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Rewrite this story passage in rap style

"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose."

From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.

"No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, fon what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched."

"Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars, and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."
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Yo, listen up, let me tell you a tale
'Bout a young Student caught up in a love's trail
He cried out loud, said, "I'll dance with you, lady,
If only I could find a red rose, maybe."

In the holm-oak tree, the Nightingale's awake
She peeks through leaves, wonders what's at stake
"No red rose in his garden," he laments
Tears fill his eyes, heart's feeling intense

"Happiness depends on the littlest things, it's true
I've read wise men's words, know what they spew
Philosophy's secrets, all mine to keep
But without that red rose, my life's so steep."

The Nightingale, she sees a true lover's plea
Singing of him every night, setting him free
Hair dark as hyacinth, lips craving the rose
But passion drained his face, sorrow on him shows

Pale ivory complexion, seal of sorrow on his brow
This Student's longing, the Nightingale knows how
She spreads her wings, ready to embark
On a mission for love, a melodic spark

So stay tuned, my friends, for the Nightingale's quest
To bring forth a red rose and put hearts at rest
Passion, love, and sacrifice unfold in this scene
As the Student's story is heard, in rap supreme.