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what does the student write about the nightangle in his notebook​

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Answered by harshada521
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Answer:

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Answered by Sionfernandes
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He said she would dance with me if I wore a red rose, the young student complained, 'but there is not a single red rose in my entire garden.

From him nest in the holm he heard the nightingale. He looked through the leaves amazed.

- There is not a red rose in all my garden! Cried the student.

And his beautiful eyes filled with tears.

- Ah, what most insignificant thing happiness depends! I read scholars have written as I possess all the secrets of philosophy and find my life destroyed for lack of a red rose.

'Here, at last, the true lover,' said the Nightingale. I've sung every night, even without knowing it, every night I tell his story to the stars, and now I see. His hair is dark as the hyacinth flower and lips red as the rose you want, but the passion has gone pale as ivory and pain has sealed his front.

The Prince gives a dance tomorrow night murmured the young student, and my beloved will attend the party. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I shall in my arms, will rest her head on my shoulder and her hand will narrow mine. But there is no red rose in my garden. Therefore, I have to be alone and she do not do any case.

No notice me at all and my heart shatter.

-Here is the true lover, 'said the Nightingale. Suffer all that I sing all that is joy to me is worth it to him. Really love is a wonderful thing is more beautiful than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and rubies because he cannot afford is not exposed in the market. One cannot buy the seller or put it on a scale to acquire their weight in gold.

-The musicians will sit in their gallery, 'said the young student. They will play their stringed instruments, and my beloved dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. Vaporously dance as your feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will surround solicitous, but not dance with me because I have no red rose to give her.

And sinking into the grass covered his face with his hands and wept.

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