With kings of Old, of ancient times,
wise men have pondered and I agree,
all things upon earth are unfulfilling,
everything you hear, taste, and see,
seasons come in haste and seasons go,
like falling rain, like falling snow,
things give happiness not for long
cause under the sun there is nothing new,
with our naked eye not anything we see;
Not the mountains, oceans, desert sands,
Nor the birds, bees, flowers, or trees,
- - - -not even you or Me
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