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The wind goes round and round. Blowing south, then blowing north, the wind keeps going around in circles. All streams keep flowing to the sea, but the sea is never full. The streams keep coming back to the same place, and then they flow out again.

Everything is tedious and tiresome, more than one can tell. No eye ever sees enough, and no ear ever gets its fill of hearing.

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The wind blows to the south
    and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
    ever returning on its course.
All streams flow into the sea,
    yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
    there they return again.(A)
All things are wearisome,
    more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,(B)
    nor the ear its fill of hearing.

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