- You are beautiful, but empty," continued the Little Prince. - For you will not want to die. Of course, a random passerby, looking at my rose, will say that it is just like you. But she alone is dearer to me than all of you. For it was her, not you, that I watered every day. Her, not you covered with a glass cover. She was blocked by a screen door, shielding her from the wind. You killed the caterpillars for it, only left two or three for the butterflies to hatch. I listened to her complain and how she boasted; I listened to her even when she fell silent. She's mine.
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- Your rose is so dear to you because you gave your whole soul to it.
- You are beautiful, but empty," continued the Little Prince. - For you will not want to die. Of course, a random passerby, looking at my rose, will say that it is just like you. But she alone is dearer to me than all of you. For it was her, not you, that I watered every day. Her, not you covered with a glass cover. She was blocked by a screen door, shielding her from the wind. You killed the caterpillars for it, only left two or three for the butterflies to hatch. I listened to her complain and how she boasted; I listened to her even when she fell silent. She's mine.
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- Your rose is so dear to you because you gave your whole soul to it.