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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, and wind to the north. |
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Ever returning, 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 without an ounce of toil. |
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What has been, will be again, nothing new under the sun. |
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There is nothing new under the sun. |
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Lest the adversary misunderstand our hand. |
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Lest the adversary misunderstand, misundertand 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 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 will be done again to exalt flesh. |
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Lest the adversary misunderstand our hand. |
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Lest the adversary misunderstand, 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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x2 |
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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. |
