lpp_1943.130 |
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" My little man , where do you come from ? |
lpp_1943.1300 |
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I raised the bucket to his lips . |
lpp_1943.1301 |
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He drank , his eyes closed . |
lpp_1943.1302 |
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It was as sweet as some special festival treat . |
lpp_1943.1303 |
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This water was indeed a different thing from ordinary nourishment . |
lpp_1943.1304 |
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Its sweetness was born of the walk under the stars , the song of the pulley , the effort of my arms . |
lpp_1943.1305 |
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It was good for the heart , like a present . |
lpp_1943.1306 |
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When I was a little boy , the lights of the Christmas tree , the music of the Midnight Mass , the tenderness of smiling faces , used to make up , so , the radiance of the gifts I received . |
lpp_1943.1307 |
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" The men where you live , " said the little prince , " raise five thousand roses in the same garden - - and they do not find in it what they are looking for . " |
lpp_1943.1308 |
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" They do not find it , " |
lpp_1943.1309 |
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I replied . |