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«She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,» cried the young Student; «but in all my garden there is no red rose.» From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered. «No red rose in all my garden!» he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. «Ah, on what little things does happiness depend!... »

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