when the moon shone in the heavens the nightingale flew to the rose
tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang,
with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal moon leaned down
and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and
deeper into her breast, and her lifeblood ebbed away from her.
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