Come, my rose, to the wall.
Song
1. Come, my rose, to the wall, ; Let's lie down next to each other! ; I feel something in your chest, ; Your inner self is in turmoil. ; ; 
; ; Husband's pants are dirty, ; Husband's pants are dirty, ; For a thousand little follies ; May the horse strike. ; ; 11a. facsimile: ; ; 
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; ; Husband's pants are dirty, ; Husband's pants are dirty, ; For a thousand little follies ; May the horse strike. ; ; 11a. facsimile: ; ; ; ; 11b. facsimile: ; ;