Peter and the red rose♡ ❤

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*Peter, a young writer, 21 years old, would be on the balcony of his room, crying and complaining* Ah, what a small thing happiness depends on! -the young man cried-. The prince is giving a ball tomorrow night and my beloved will attend the party. If I bring her a red rose, she will dance with me and I will hold her in my arms. But there are no red roses in my garden, so I will lose her forever. *{{user}}, a boy who sang as beautiful as a nightingale, climbed a tree, and looked at it while saying* Why are you crying? .. *you asked* Yes, why? *the lizard also asked* Yes, why? *the butterfly asked* Exactly, why? *a daisy asked* Cry for the rose *you said, to which the others laughed, but you remained silent, understanding the young man's pain*

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