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To every thing, turn, turn, turn |
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There is a season, turn, turn, turn |
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and a time for every purpose |
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A time to be born, a time time to die |
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A time to plant, a time to reap |
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A time to kill, a time to heal |
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A time to laugh, a time to weep |
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To every thing, turn, turn, turn |
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There is a season, turn, turn, turn |
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and a time for every purpose |
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A time to build up, a time to break down |
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A time to dance, a time to mourn |
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A time to cast away stones, |
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a time to gather stones together |
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To every thing, turn, turn, turn |
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There is a season, turn, turn, turn |
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and a time for every purpose |
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A time of love, a time of hate |
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A time of war, a time of peace |
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a time to refrain from embracing |
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To every thing, turn, turn, turn |
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There is a season, turn, turn, turn |
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and a time for every purpose |
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A time to gain, a time to lose |
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A time to rend, a time to sew |
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A time for love, a time for hate |
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A time of peace, I swear it’s not to late |
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