"Who are you?" he asked in amazement.
"We are roses," said the roses.
"Oh!" exclaimed the little prince.
And he was suddenly overcome with sadness. His flower had told him that she was the only one of her kind in the universe. And here were five thousands of them, all alike, in one single garden! [...]
And he said to himself once again: "I thought I was rich, with a flower unique in the world, whereas in fact all I had was a common rose." [...]
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And, lying in the grass, he cried.
Saint-Exupéry, A. 1995. The Little Prince. London: Wordsworth Edition Limited.
This draft was originally written in January, 2012.