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Once when I was six, I saw a magnificent picture in a book about the jungle.
It showed a bow constrictor swallowing a wild beast.
That's amusing, thought the little prince, and even poetic.
The little prince climbed a high mountain.
The only mountain he had ever known were the three volcanoes.
Who are you?
He is past a stone.
When you find a diamond that belongs to nobody, it's yours.
Let's be friends.
I'm lonely, he said.
Hell, let's go to where there are people.
Who are you?
He demanded.
Thunder struck.
We are roses, the roses said, and he was overcome with a sadness.
Thunder struck.
Thunder struck.
Oh, no, little Lonnie.
Oh, little baby, don't say a word, Mom is gonna buy you a mockingbird.
Oh, no, little Lonnie, don't say a word, Mom is gonna buy you a mockingbird.
Oh, no, little Lonnie, don't say a word, Mom is gonna buy you a mockingbird.
Oh, no, little Lonnie, don't say a word, Mom is gonna buy you a mockingbird.
Oh, no, little Lonnie, don't say a word, Mom is gonna buy you a mockingbird.
Oh, no, little Lonnie, don't say a word, Mom is gonna buy you a mockingbird.
Oh, no, little Lonnie, don't say a word, Mom is gonna buy you a mockingbird.
This ending is my ending. Why'd you ever have to get off the go?
I'll have you, I have to. You know I'll never really let you go.
Listen, you'll hear me closing in.
Listen, you'll hear me closing in.
You'll hear me closing in.
You'll hear me closing in.
