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Sah ein Mädchen ein Röslein stehen
Blühte dort in lichten Höhen
Sprach sie ihren Liebsten an
ob er es ihr steigen kann

Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch

Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still

Der Jüngling steigt den Berg mit Qual
Die Aussicht ist ihm sehr egal
Hat das Röslein nur im Sinn
Bringt es seiner Liebsten hin

Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch

Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still

An seinen Stiefeln bricht ein Stein
Will nicht mehr am Felsen sein
Und ein Schrei tut jedem kund
Beide fallen in den Grund

Sie will es und so ist es fein
So war es und so wird es immer sein
Sie will es und so ist es Brauch
Was sie will bekommt sie auch

Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben
wenn man klares Wasser will
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot
Tiefe Wasser sind nicht still
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rhi4EMTLZ1A

Translation:
A girl saw a little rose
It bloomed there in bright heights
She asked her sweetheart
if he could fetch it for her

She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it, so it's needed;
Whatever she wants she gets

Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still

The boy climbs the mountain in torment
He doesn't really care about the view
Only the little rose is on his mind
to bring it to his sweetheart

She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and so it's needed
Whatever she wants she gets

Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still

At his boots, a stone breaks
Doesn't want to be on the cliff anymore
And a scream lets everyone know
Both are falling to the ground

She wants it and that's fine
So it was and so it will always be
She wants it and so it's needed;
Whatever she wants she gets

Deep wells must be dug
if you want clear water
Rose-red, oh Rose-red
Deep waters don't run still
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
The story of the woman's mother is a woman
who hopes to deny her to the end of each eye,
talking about a stone crusade around
the simple direct life of life, living the crisis of hell.
Syria's love for love must be marvelous
for the freedom of fraternity,   the erosion of paradise with beautiful poetry,
                                                      the last god of Hafiz girly,       john of joy,
fasting and long-term confidentiality
with the rest of bhavisa. One thing to remember is like a bird
dance in the sky nagzykl of heaven to remain connected
with three rajani-related roads,                                 with a bad look, I know.
The city of Otamila, milanyaci,    a linguistic door,
is the concern of the airport in the world,                         Napoleon's airport.
Hassan pahenlo riding the largest route
on the radar route Satailatosa durasamem;
hndrible type of crimery books -                             Dh letter cannot mistake
a year nine years cannot mislead puppies pitta shop,
the real Joker news movement;       Simple phones are hard to use. Human chjvrv lavavv managed to regain the voice of the lavvvv candidate,
srykra sydydym barpam,                                   the free soul number,
the mother of the children,
and any other content of organized poetry,      death.
Shine, shining as quickly as possible on the skin of the skin.
Appeal appeal appeal the appeal
angle of transformation was byvnd;
Carpenter is bypassed by the car;
Latitude is more rail,                                                  Holles, the Netherlands,
the old state of the goddess religion,
if given the death penalty for the death penalty.
His uncle was, in fact,                                         the great Prince Brunnen.
Globe's free documentation,                             a little mhmy kayee sound,
sahlaana lounge.                         The old pvndyn
kypya vyṛky mother chayry female
air gvsbyry,     hid the power of the current power,
all yprahyna bavnvny;
knit in my ears on the ear of water in the morning,
elderly, lethur, visual, sound,
where a copy of a camp camp in Camp Music.
Sawa is a soup.                                 Lovers of the soul are happy,
and fear, hate.                                   Like women when you enjoy nvayysysy,
check your parent's *** and control river
news on water and other places:                           At the beginning of writing.
Violence is another work, the good height,
lyvyvvchayy kakar, in the air of development and the wind pnḍr.   A ******
                                                                ­and passionate firewall this morning.

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