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In the end come to think of it What's the point of feeling sad Sad just does what sad does No point on dwelling on it It won't go away and will still be laying in state ready to unwelcome you when you eventually go to bed Clinging to your pillow stopping you from counting sheep Sad is a sickness fuelled by regret And when all is said and done and you break it down It's as pointless as crying over out of date curdling spilt milk It's of little use anyway