| He was a King, a teacher
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| And the wisest in the land
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| Driven by a passion
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| Just to know and understand
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| He opened wide His eyes
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| Sought to see beyond the lies
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| And found a world beyond
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| His understanding
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| Under the sun
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| He saw the vanity of vanities
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| He bravely looked at life
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| And saw futility
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| Torn between the facts He saw
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| And all He ever had believed
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| Between His hopes
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| And what He’d clearly seen
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| He hoped it might be wisdom
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| So He set himself to learn
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| But found the more the knowledge
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| The more sorrow and concern
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| And so He turned to pleasure
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| To folly and to cheer
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| But still His laughter
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| Tasted of His tears
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| Under the sun
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| It was all vanity of vanities
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| In wisdom or in wine
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| He found futility
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| In knowledge or in folly
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| For the wise man or the fool
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| Hopelessness will always be the rule
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| And yet there is a time
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| For everything that’s under heaven
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| A time to run, a time to stand and fight
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| So in the face of cold despair
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| No matter what seems right
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| Remember, darkness drives us to the light
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| Under the sun
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| True there is vanity of vanities
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| But there is more to life
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| There is security
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| Remember your Creator
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| In the days when you are young
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| And He will be your hope
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| Under the sun
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| Under the sun
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| True there is vanity of vanities
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| But there is more to life
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| There is security
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| Remember your Creator
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| In the days when you are young
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| And He will be your hope
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| Under the sun |