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But it happened that after walking for a long time through sand, and rocks,
and snow, the little prince at last came upon a road. And all roads lead to the
abodes of men.
"Good morning," he said.
He was standing before a garden, all a-bloom with roses.
"Good morning," said the roses.
The little prince gazed at them. They all looked like his flower.
"Who are you?" he demanded, thunderstruck.
"We are roses," the roses said.
And he was overcome with sadness. His flower had told him that she was the
only one of her kind in all the universe. And here were five thousand of them,
all alike, in one single garden!
"She would be very much annoyed," he said to himself, "if she should see
that... she would cough most dreadfully, and she would pretend that she was
dying, to avoid being laughed at. And I should be obliged to pretend that I was
nursing her back to life-- for if I did not do that, to humble myself also, she
would really allow herself to die..."
Then he went on with his reflections: "I thought that I was rich, with a flower
that was unique in all the world; and all I had was a common rose. A common
rose, and three volcanoes that come up to my knees-- and one of them
perhaps extinct forever... that doesn't make me a very great prince..."
And he lay down in the grass and cried.