A bystander
Picked on by a punch-drunk
Free of all suppression
Is both unlucky and unhappy,
Perhaps more unhappy than unlucky.
In a country where the same word
Means unhappy and unlucky,
A bystander
Cannot be more unhappy
Than he is unlucky:
The more unhappy he would be,
The equally more unlucky.
What can I learn from this about France,
Where a happy thing is a lucky thing,
But luck isn't happiness, it's chance?
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