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Oh, yes! Lulu. She looked very happy, didn’t she?
I’m so happy that she was able to reunited with her beloved pearl and coral earrings. There’s simply nothing better than the sight of someone smiling from deep within their heart.
Rustica smiled. He spoke of the events of the day as if they were as mundane as putting a flower in a vase, or opening an umbrella when it's raining.
He seemed to have no idea how much of an impact his kindness and warmth had had on Lulu.
To Rustica, all that mattered was whether she was smiling or not.
The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.
"Who are you?" he said.
"I am the Happy Prince."
"Why are you weeping then?" asked the Swallow; "you have quite drenched me."
"When I was alive and had a human heart," answered the statue, "I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans-Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot chose but weep."
-Oscar Wilde, "The Happy Prince"
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