The rose
have mayhaps
withered away;
Or maybe
plucked elsewhere
by the
wind or
some passerby.
On his
little planet.
He lives alone.
Even so,
The fox
came after
the prince.
"Why are
you here?"
The little
prince asked.
"I came
after you,"
the fox
said. "I
won't ever
part from
you again."
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