The nightingale didn`t laugh.
It wanted to help the young man.
The nightingale liked to sing about love.
It flew to a rose tree and said,
"Give me a red rose and I will sing for you."
But the tree said, "My roses are white."
The nightingale flew to another rose tree.
"Give me a red rose and I will sing for you!"
"I`m sorry, little nightingale, " said the rose tree.
"My roses are yellow."
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