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The little prince also uprooted, a little sadly, the last baobab shoots. He believed he would never be coming back. But all these familiar tasks seemed very sweet to him on this last morning. And when he watered the flower one last time, and put her under glass, he felt like crying.
"Good-bye," he said to the flower.
But she did not answer him.
"Good-bye,"he repeated. The flower coughed.
But not because she had a cold.
"I've been silly," she told him at last. "I ask your forgiveness. Try to be happy."
He was surprised that there were no reproaches. He stood there, quite bewildered, holding the glass bell in midair. He failed to understand this calm sweetness.
"Of course I love you," the flower told him.
"It was my fault you never knew. It doesn't matter. But you were just as silly as I was. Try to be happy... Put that glass down. I don't want it anymore."