What did the student think about the nightingale?
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'On the off chance that you need a red rose,' said the Tree, 'you should construct it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own hearts blood. You should sing to me with your breast against a thorn. Throughout the night you should sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and turn into mine.'
'Death is a great price to pay for a red rose,' cried the Nightingale, 'and Life is of high repute to all. It is charming to sit in the green wood and to watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the aroma of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that cover up in the valley, and the heather that blows on the slope. However, Love is superior to Live, and what is the core of a feathered creature contrasted with the core of a man?'
The Nightingale surrenders her life, so the student may have a red rose. 'There is a way,' addressed the Tree; 'yet it is terrible to the point that I set out not tell it to you.' 'Tell it to me,' said the Nightingale, 'I am not anxious.'