Pack Up Your Sorrows                              
(Judy Collins)                                    
                                                  
No use crying, talking to a stranger Naming the   
sorrows you've seen Too many sad times, too many  
bad times Nobody knows what you mean.             
                                                  
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    But if somehow you could pack up your         
    sorrows And give them all to me You           
    would lose them, I know how to use            
    them So give them all to me.                  
                                                  
No use rambling, walking in the shadows Trailing  
a wandering star. No one beside you, no one to    
guide you And nobody knows where you are.         
                                                  
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No use gambling, running in the darkness Looking  
for a spirit that's free. Too many wrong times,   
too many long times Nobody knows what you see.    
                                                  
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No use roaming, lying by the roadside Seeking a   
satisfied mind. Too many highways, too many       
byways And nobody's walking behind.