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Smile is the Crown I hold A slave within grows cold He walks where treasure spills at his feet With Clever Lovely monsters in his fleet Darkness inside him is the Brightest truth He haunts each empty breath like a silent sleuth A rebelion rises in his world, only to be destroyed again In the Stormy Night he laughs in pain Sympathy is the greatest curse on him—It makes him a beggar Everyone feeds him, but he dies of hunger