| Love burns in a young man’s heart
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| He would give her the moon and the stars
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| And all the treasures of the pharaohs for a moment in her arms
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| To the ball with him she will go if her brings a red red rose
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| But there is only a rose of white in his garden green
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| And calling up to the sky the birds heard his lonely cry
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| «sing for her sweet nightingale tell her of my love
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| Bring for her sweet nightingale a red red rose of love
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| Said the tree to the nightingale
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| «upon this thorn you must impale your heart
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| And then the blood will turn this white rose red»
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| All night the little bird sang
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| But in the morning she was gone
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| And beside her on the ground lay a red red rose
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| When the boy found it there joy came from his despair
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| «you sang for her sweet nightingale
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| You told her of my love
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| You bring for her sweet nightingale
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| This red red rose of love»
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| So he brought her the beautiful rose
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| «to the ball with me you will go»
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| «but no» she said «I have jewels instead
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| Another has won my heart and from you
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| Now I must part so take your foolish rose and go!»
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| Sing for her sweet nightingale
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| Sing from heaven above
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| Bring for her sweet nightingale
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| The wisdom that is love the wisdom that is love |