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 war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
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 A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!
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