"Be happy, cried the Nightingale, be happy;
you shall have your red rose.
I will build it out of music by moonlight,
and stain it with my own heart's-blood.
All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover,
for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise,
and mightier than Power, though he is mighty.
Flame-coloured are his wings,
and coloured like flame is his body.
His lips are sweet as honey,
and his breath is like frankincense."
Oscar Wilde - The Nightingale and the Rose
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