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The nightingale thought about the student.
She thought about the mystery of love. Then
she understood the student’s sadness.
Suddenly, the nightingale flew into the air.
She flew through the garden. Then she flew to
the top of a rose tree.
“Give me a red rose,”
she said to the rose
tree.
“Then I will sing a sweet song.”
The rose tree shook its head.
“My roses are
white,”
it said.
“Go to my brother. He is on the
other side of the garden. Maybe he can give
you a red rose.”