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I have seen it all beneath the sun
Kings and fools, they come and run
Build their towers, chase their gold
Only to watch it turn to dust and cold

Generation comes, generation goes
The wind still blows, nobody knows

Everything is vanity
Chasing after wind, you see
Nothing new under the sun
All our labour comes undone

I was a king, I had it all
Wisdom, pleasure, riches tall
But in the end it slipped away
Like morning mist at break of day

Vapour, only vapour
Everything is breath

Under the sun, under the sun