Turn, turn, turn

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

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