To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
A time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill,
A time to heal;
A time to breakdown,
And a time to build up;
A time to weep ,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
. . . . . .
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.
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