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The things we say have
been said before,
And will, once more proclaim,
Like rain on the roof, they make a sound,
And every time the same.
And thoughts are
repeats of thoughts before,
And all the thoughts to come,
As hist'ry is made and time moves on,
Just pieces of the sum.
For under the sun all
things remain,
The same as once they were,
But always we see them as they are,
And think they just occur.
Small pieces of time,
like time before,
Are evermore like then,
We hear them anew and like the sound,
And then we say "Amen".
But pieces of time and
things once said,
Are things we will repeat,
And over and over and once again,
'Till history is complete.
"History merely
repeats itself.
It has all been done before. Nothing under the sun
is truly new.
Sometimes people say, 'Here is something
new!',
but actually it is old; nothing is ever truly new.
We
don't remember what happened in the past,
and in future
generations, no one will remember what we are doing now."
Ecclesiates 1: 9-11 (NLT)
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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