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41 lines
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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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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.
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_________
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Name Sun
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Artist Hundredth
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Album When Will We Surrender
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