To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear its not too late
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26 September 2007
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