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 embracing
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 To everything turn, turn, turn
 There is a season turn, turn, turn
 And a time to every purpose under heaven
 A time to gain, a time to lose
 A time to rend, a time to sew
 A time for love, a time for hate
 A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
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 You all think it's too late for peace?
 I don't know but I'll tell you what
 If it's not too late for peace then we're all in big trouble
 But (just once, one verse or something)
 What the hell, there's only rock 'n' roll, right?
 Tambourine?
 "Tambourine Man"