“If you want a red rose,” said the Tree, “you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart’s-blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn.”
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“…for only a Nightingale’s heart’s-blood can crimson the heart of a rose.”
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“All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover….” …………………
“What a silly thing Love is!” …………………
“…and he threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and a cart-wheel went over it.”
–“The Nightingale and the Rose”
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Ah, -ve personal experience with a touch of cynicism expressed with the forthrightness of Wilde.