A girl saw a little rose growing, 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 and it’s accustomed, what she wants she gets it
Deep wells must be dug if you want clear water
Rosenrot oh Rosenrot.. deep waters don't run still
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