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Wilde's "The Nightingale and the Rose "
This was heard by the nightingale in her nest in the holm oak tree, who stuck her head out of the green leaves and looked around. "I can't find red roses anywhere in my garden," he cried, his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Alas, does happiness depend on such little things! I have read all the writings of the wise men, and all the mysteries of knowledge are in my mind, and yet I suffer for the lack of a red rose. life." "There is a true lover here at last," Nightingale said to herself, "even though I don't know him, I will sing for him every night, and I will sing to him every night, every night. The story is told to the stars. Now I see him at last, and his hair is as black as hyacinths, and his lips as red as a rose he would have liked; but the torment of emotion has made him pale as ivory, a mark of sorrow It also climbed up his brow."
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