domingo, 18 de dezembro de 2011

New Rules




To every thing, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season
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.
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.
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.
A time to gain, a time to lose.
A time to rend, a time to sew.
A time to love, a time to hate.
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late.


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