There's a time to be born
And to die,
To wish and to yearn,
A time to remember and rejoice,
A little time to waste away
And a lot more to spend with
Friends and close family,
There's time to lock your heart away
And a time to open it up,
A time to spring with joy and
Time to hide with hurt and sorrow,
A time to bury your head into the sand
And a time to prick up your ears
Attentively at your surroundings,
There's a time to heal
And a time to let go,
There's a time for everything
one chooses to do.

- sissy

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