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Sometimes
I
tell
myself
,
"
Of
course
not
!
The
little
prince
puts
his
flower
under
glass
,
and
he
keeps
close
watch
over
his
sheep
...
"
Then
I
'm
happy
.
And
all
the
stars
laugh
sweetly
.
Sometimes
I
tell
myself
,
"
Anyone
might
be
distracted
once
in
a
while
,
and
that
's
all
it
takes
!
One
night
he
forgot
to
put
her
under
glass
,
or
else
the
sheep
got
out
without
making
any
noise
,
during
the
night
...
"
Then
the
bells
are
all
changed
into
tears
!
It
's
all
a
great
mystery
.
For
you
,
who
love
the
little
prince
,
too
.
As
for
me
,
nothing
in
the
universe
can
be
the
same
if
somewhere
,
no
one
knows
where
,
a
sheep
we
never
saw
has
or
has
not
eaten
a
rose
...
Look
up
at
the
sky
.
Ask
yourself
,
"
Has
the
sheep
eaten
the
flower
or
not
?
"
And
you
'll
see
how
everything
changes
...
And
no
grown-up
will
ever
understand
how
such
a
thing
could
be
so
important
!
For
me
,
this
is
the
loveliest
and
the
saddest
landscape
in
the
world
.
It
's
the
same
landscape
as
the
one
on
the
preceding
page
,
but
I
've
drawn
it
one
more
time
in
order
to
be
sure
you
see
it
clearly
.
It
's
here
that
the
little
prince
appeared
on
Earth
,
then
disappeared
.
Look
at
this
landscape
carefully
to
be
sure
of
recognizing
it
,
if
you
should
travel
to
Africa
someday
,
in
the
desert
.
And
if
you
happen
to
pass
by
here
,
I
beg
you
not
to
hurry
past
.
Wait
a
little
,
just
under
the
star
!
Then
if
a
child
comes
to
you
,
if
he
laughs
,
if
he
has
golden
hair
,
if
he
does
n't
answer
your
questions
,
you
'll
know
who
he
is
.
If
this
should
happen
,
be
kind
!
Do
n't
let
me
go
on
being
so
sad
:
send
word
immediately
that
he
's
come
back
...