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All the rivers flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place where the rivers flow,
    there they go again.
All things are wearisome.
    No one can express them.
The eye is never satisfied with seeing,
    nor the ear filled with hearing.
What has been is what will be,
and what has been done will be done again.
There is nothing new under the sun.

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