On how to catch dolls with perfect accuracy

"If you would like a red rose," said the Tree, "you must make it with music in the moonlight, and dye it red with your own blood. You must put your breast against a thorn for me." I sing, and you must sing to me all night long, and the thorn must pierce your heart. Your blood must flow into my veins and become mine."

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"Look, look!" cried the Tree, "and now the rose is finished." But the Nightingale did not answer, for she was dead in the tall grass, with the rose thorn still in her heart.

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He threw the flower into the street, and it happened to fall into a ditch, and a wheel ran over it.

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The boy put down the fairy tale book in his hand, and he opened a gap in the curtain. The afternoon sun shone on his face through the gap, and also shone on the fairy tale book spread out behind him.

"But Nightingale is not dead..." He smiled cruelly and sadly.

The sun draws the dividing line between light and dark—

"The Nightingale and the Rose"