Turn, Turn, Turn (To Everything There Is a Season)

To everything
 Turn, turn, turn
 There is a season
 Turn, turn, turn
 And a time to 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 to 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 to 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 embraces
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 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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 (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
 For everything there is a season
 There is a reason
 Turn, turn, turn
 For everything there is a purpose
 A purpose under heaven
 Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
 Every season
 There's a reason
 Turn, turn, turn, turn
 Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn
 I swear it's not too late
 It's not too late
 It's not too late
 There is a season
 Turn, turn, turn
 Turn, turn, turn