the nightingale and the rose
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"My roses are red, as red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year."
"Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song."
If you want a red rose, you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart's-blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine
"Death is a great price to pay for a red rose" Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?"
The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books.
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