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To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn),
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn),
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die,
A time to plant, a time to reap,
A time to kill, a time to heal,
A time to laugh, a time to weep.
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn),
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn),
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven:
A time to build up, a time to break down,
A time to dance, a time to mourn,
A time to cast away stones,
A time to gather stones together.
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn),
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn),
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven:
A time of love, a time of hate,
A time of war, a time of peace,
A time you may embrace,
A time to refrain from embracing.
To Everything (Turn, Turn, Turn),
There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn),
And a time for every purpose, under Heaven. |
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