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"
Give
me
a
red
rose
,
"
she
cried
,
"
and
I
will
sing
you
my
sweetest
song
.
"
But
the
Tree
shook
its
head
.
"
My
roses
are
yellow
,
"
it
answered
;
"
as
yellow
as
the
hair
of
the
mermaiden
who
sits
upon
an
amber
throne
,
and
yellower
than
the
daffodil
that
blooms
in
the
meadow
before
the
mower
comes
with
his
scythe
.
But
go
to
my
brother
who
grows
beneath
the
Student
's
window
,
and
perhaps
he
will
give
you
what
you
want
.
"
So
the
Nightingale
flew
over
to
the
Rose-tree
that
was
growing
beneath
the
Student
's
window
.
"
Give
me
a
red
rose
,
"
she
cried
,
"
and
I
will
sing
you
my
sweetest
song
.
"
But
the
Tree
shook
its
head
.
"
My
roses
are
red
,
"
it
answered
,
"
as
red
as
the
feet
of
the
dove
,
and
redder
than
the
great
fans
of
coral
that
wave
and
wave
in
the
ocean-cavern
.
But
the
winter
has
chilled
my
veins
,
and
the
frost
has
nipped
my
buds
,
and
the
storm
has
broken
my
branches
,
and
I
shall
have
no
roses
at
all
this
year
.
"
"
One
red
rose
is
all
I
want
,
"
cried
the
Nightingale
,
"
only
one
red
rose
!
Is
there
no
way
by
which
I
can
get
it
?
"
"
There
is
a
way
,
"
answered
the
Tree
;
"
but
it
is
so
terrible
that
I
dare
not
tell
it
to
you
.
"
"
Tell
it
to
me
,
"
said
the
Nightingale
,
"
I
am
not
afraid
.
"
