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High above the city sparkles the golden statue of The Happy Prince. One night a little swallow on his way to Egypt rests at his feet. Splish splosh...the little bird thinks it's raining and shivers...he looks up and realises it is not rain but real tears falling from the statue's eyes. The statue wants the little swallow to help him but it is growing colder, what is he to do?

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Author: Oscar Wilde