To everything, turn, turn, turn (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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And a time to every purpose under heaven
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To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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And a time to every purpose under heaven
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A time to weep, time to laugh;
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A time to mourn, time to dance;
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A time to get, time to lose;
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A time to embrace
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And a time to refrain from embracing
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To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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And a time to every purpose under heaven
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A time to sew, time to rend,
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A time for silence, time to speak;
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A time to kill, a time to heal
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A time to cast away stones
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A time to gather stones together
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Oh to everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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And a time to every purpose under heaven
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A time to be born and a time to die
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A time to break down, time to build up
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A time to love, a time to hate
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A time for war, time for peace,
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I swear it's not too late
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To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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And a time to every purpose under heaven
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To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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To everything (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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There is a season, (turn, turn, turn, turn)
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Turn, Turn, Turn
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| Nina Simone |
