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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

What General Has a Good Army

WHAT General has a good army in himself, has a good army;
  He happy in himself, or she happy in herself, is happy,
  But I tell you you cannot be happy by others, any more than you can
        beget or conceive a child by others.

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