夜莺尽情歌唱着幸福无价。

One nightingale sang at her heart's content: happiness is priceless.

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于是夜莺把刺顶得更紧了，歌声也更加响亮了，因为她歌唱着一对成年男女心中爱情。

So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.

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夜莺整夜唱着，刺陷的越来越深，她生命的血液渐渐逝去。

All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.

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夜莺整夜唱着，刺陷的越来越深，她生命的血液渐渐逝去。

All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.

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