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" You are the last one and all before showed  official proof; if you are a liar or a thief, it will be much better for you to leave, otherwise, you will be punished." That man said: " Many people have judged me the same but I have not come for  money, but to  show what is a true loss." He then, took the withered flower and showing it as a sword,  said these words: " This is my proof, this flower was of a golden color, even more than the sun at noon time. She was  light in the darkness, the torch that allowed me to see beyond   darkness but one day, she abandoned me, she withered, and my illusion, my heart, my hope, my happiness, my smile left with her." He, then,  placed the flower against his chest and left the town square. And that day everybody understood that the greater losses are not the ones of the world but of the heart.