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Turn Turn Turn
Byrds
To everything, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
A time to plant, a time to reap.
A time to laugh, a time to weep.
A time to kill, a time to heal.
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.
To everything, turn, turn, turn.
A time to gather stones together.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
A time of love, a time of hate.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time of war, a time of peace.
A time to refrain from embracing.
A time you may embrace.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
A time to gain, a time to lose.
A time for love, a time for hate.
A time to rend, a time to sow.
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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