Nightingale, Where Are You Going?

The real nightingale did not sing such precious, measured songs. After several nights of being ignored, the brown bird left the castle and flew toward the forest. He perched on a nearby trellis and said, i am returning to my home in the forest because i am no longer needed or wanted. The king had become so attached to the constant bird song that the mechanical bird was also placed in his room. At night, the bird sang him to sleep each evening. Without the melodies from his glittering bird, it was said the king could not slumber at all. One fateful day, however, the mechanical bird finally gave out. Then suddenly, its wings froze mid air,

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