But the bird was silent . There was no one to wind it up , and so it could not sing . And all was silent , so terribly silent ! All at once there came in at the window the most glorious burst of song . It was the little living Nightingale , who , sitting outside on a bough , had heard the need of her Emperor and had come to sing to him of comfort and hope . And as she sang the blood flowed quicker and quicker in the Emperor 's weak limbs , and life began to return . ` Thank you , thank you ! ' said the Emperor . ` You divine little bird ! I know you . I chased you from my kingdom , and you have given me life again ! How can I reward you ? ' ` You have done that already ! ' said the Nightingale . ' I brought tears to your eyes the first time I sang . I shall never forget that . They are jewels that rejoice a singer 's heart . But now sleep and get strong again ; I will sing you a lullaby . ' And the Emperor fell into a deep , calm sleep as she sang . The sun was shining through the window when he awoke , strong and well .
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