In a story by Oscar Wilde, the statue of the Happy Prince was weeping for the poor. A swallow, pitying the Happy Prince, obligingly carried to the poor the ruby from the statue's sword, the sapphires from the eyes, the gold leaf that clothed all. In doing this, the swallow stayed north too long. Winter came and the swallow died of cold. The Prince's heart cracked. The Town Councillors, squabbling over the Prince's metal body. threw the heart and the small dead bird on an ash heap from which an angel carried...
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