We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, ‘There is no reason And the truth is plain to see.’ But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might have just as well’ve been closed
And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale
Tell him to make me a cambric shirt, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Without any seam nor needlework, Then he’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to find me an acre of land, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, Between the salt water and the sea-strand, For then he’ll be a true love of mine.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there, He once was a true love of mine.
Tell him to reap it with a sickle of leather, Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, And gather it up with a rope made of heather, Then he’ll be a true love of mine, Then he’ll be a true love of mine.”
Creation is the product of synchronizing our energy with the universe. Once we experience the whole and recognize it, we become aware that we are nothing but the Divine Creative Force.
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