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this song never gets old...i wasn't even a thought when it came out so i can't imagine what it felt like to listen to in the turmoil of the 60's...but it seems to take on a special meaning these days...
To every thing, 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
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 to love, a time to hate A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
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