OH, SWEET NIGHTINGALE

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Don't you hear the fond song,

The sweet notes of the nightingale flow?

Don't you hear the fond tale

Of the sweet nightingale,

As she sings in those valleys below?

So be not afraid

To walk in the shade,

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sings her sweet songs, melodically worshipping the fantasy of things she has never done, but desperately wishes to understand. A court minstrel, stuck in the land of dreaming but unable to herself. It swayed her melancholy tunes, earning her songs praise from her Creator.

Nary a night passed in her borrowed realm that she doesn't to bathe in the warm glow of the true Sun's rays, walk barefoot across grassy slopes, and bury her toes in the .

had heard tales of dreams that wandered into the Waking World. However, she was much too cautious about venturing. 'Nothing good could come from it', had once warned. Thousands of years had passed, but the idea still lingered in the crevices of Nightingale's heart.

Then, a wonderous curiosity occurred in the Land of Dreaming. Something that had never happened before: , had disappeared. And with him, all shackles.

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frieda pinto as

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