A young man once wept in a garden, “Tomorrow my beloved will only dance with me if I (a) (give/gave/given) her a red rose (b) (and/ but/so) there are none to be found in the entire garden and my heart must break in two.” He (c) (is heard/has heard/was heard) by a nightingale who instantly thought, “Now I (d) (have understood/understood/ understand) the mystery of love.” She flapped her brown wings and flew off (e) (for/to/on) a rose bush and told it (f) (to give her/to give me/gave me) a red rose. The rose bush said, “I (g) (wish/wishes/am wishing) I could give you a red rose but my roses are all white.” Her thirst for a red rose got her (h) (to fly/flew/fly) as fast as she could to another bush. “Give me a red rose for which I will sing the whole day for you, (i) (will you/would you/could you) ?” Unfortunately, the roses were more golden than the rays of the sun. Sad but optimistic, the nightingale continued her journey in search of (j) (a/an/the) red rose a symbol of love.​