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nature, and from the human heart it sounded:
"The beautiful is past! with the delightful
green forest, with the warm sunshine, and the
song of birds – past! past!" So it said, and so
it creaked in the trunks of the tall trees, and
there was heard a sigh, so inwardly deep, a sigh
direct from the heart of the wild rose-bush, and
he who sat there was the rose-king. Do you
know him! he is of a pure breed, the finest
red-green breed: he is easily known. Go to
the wild rose hedges, and in autumn, when all
the flowers are gone, and the red hips alone
remain, one often sees amongst these a large
red-green moss-flower: that is the rose-king.
A little green leaf grows out of his head –
that is his feather: he is the only male person
of his kind on the rose-bush, and he it was who
sighed.
"Past! past! the beautiful is past! The
roses are gone; the leaves of the trees fall off!
– it is wet here, and it is cold and raw! – The
birds that sang here are now silent; the
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