| The sun rises and the sun sets
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| And hurries back to where it rises.
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| Wind to the south,
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| And wind to the north.
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| Ever returning,
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| Returning on its course.
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| All streams flow into the sea,
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| Yet the sea is never full.
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| The streams return again
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| Without an ounce of toil.
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| What has been, will be again.
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| Nothing new under the sun,
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| There is nothing new under the sun.
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| Lest the adversary misunderstand
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| Our hand.
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| Lest the adversary misunderstand
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| Misunderstand, and say our hand has triumphed.
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| What has been, will be again.
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| Nothing new under the sun.
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| What has been, will be again,
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| To exalt flesh.
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| What has been, will be again.
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| Nothing new under the sun.
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| What has been done, will be done again,
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| To exalt flesh.
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| Lest the adversary misunderstand
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| Our hand.
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| Lest the adversary misunderstand
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| Misunderstand, and say our hand has triumphed.
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| Remove our worthless idols,
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| Wreck our pride.
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| Remove our worthless idols,
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| Wreck my pride.
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| Remove our worthless idols,
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| Wreck my pride.
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| Kindle a fire that burns to the realm of death below,
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| Devour the earth and its harvests. |