Give me your tears, and all your fears;
Give me your sorrow that is near, but hidden even from those who are dear;
Give me the burden you cannot share, and all things that you ought not care;
Worry not how much I can carry, nor that some are tarry;
Be those like thorns in a wild prairie, or rocks sharp and craggy;
I’ll take them all, for a song But before I’m gone for long…
Give me all your tears, and all your fears;
Give me all…
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