Sunday, January 31, 2010

10. The nighingale sang its most beautiful song about love. It pressed itself against the thorn. The pink rose turned red! A beautiful red! The nightingale sang more quietly. Its eyes closed. And it fell to the ground. "The little nightingale is dead," cried the rose tree. "It is dead for one beautiful red rose."

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