"Night after night I have sung of him, though I didn't realize it. I've read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy, but my life is wretched because of a red rose." "Here at last is a true romantic," said the Nightingale.
"It's amazing how happiness depends on such little things. "Not a single red rose anywhere!" he cried, and his eyes filled with tears. "But there's not one in this whole garden." From her nest in the oak tree, the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.
"She promised she'd dance with me if I brought her a red rose," cried a young heart-broken student.
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