23 agosto 2008

Representativa

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.
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.A time to gather stones together.
To everything, turn, turn, turn.There is a season, turn, turn, turn.And a time to every purpose under heaven.A time of love, a time of hate.A time of war, a time of peace.A time you may embrace.A time to refrain from embracing.
To everything, turn, turn, turn.There is a season, turn, turn, turn.And a time to every purpose under heaven.A time to gain, a time to lose.A time to rend, a time to sow.A time for love, a time for hate.A time for peace, I swear it's not too late.

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