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A Knight of Happiness

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How easy the world comes!
You — angry at life,
you — sighing like the wind,
I can make everyone happy.

Come: I’ll tell you
about a green-eyed girl,
and the blue darkness of morning,
shot through with poems and light.

Come! I’ll tell you, I need
to tell, over and over,
how sweet life is, how sweet to win
oceans and women, to conquer enemies and words.

And if you don’t understand,
or won’t,
and moan about sorrow
and pain—pistols or swords?

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