To everything, turn, turn, turn,
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There is a season, turn, turn, turn,
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And a time to every purpose under heaven;
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A time to be born, a 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 everything, turn, turn, turn,
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There is a season, turn, turn, turn,
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And a time to every purpose under heaven;
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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 everything, turn, turn, turn,
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There is a season, turn, turn, turn,
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And a time to every purpose under heaven;
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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 that you may embrace,
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A time to refrain from embracing;
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To everything, turn, turn, turn,
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There is a season, turn, turn, turn,
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And a time to every purpose under heaven;
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A time to gain, a time to lose,
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A time to rend, a time to sow,
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A time for love, a time for hate,
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A time for peace, I swear it's not too late;
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It's not too late; turn, turn, turn; it's not too late.
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It's not too late; turn, turn, turn; it's not too late.
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Turn, Turn, Turn
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Chris De Burgh |