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“Per ogni cosa c'è il suo momento, il suo tempo per ogni faccenda sotto il cielo. C'è un tempo per nascere e un tempo per morire, un tempo per piantare e un tempo per sradicare le piante. Un tempo per uccidere e un tempo per guarire, un tempo per demolire e un tempo per costruire. Un tempo per piangere e un tempo per ridere, un tempo per gemere e un tempo per ballare. Un tempo per gettare sassi e un tempo per raccoglierli, un tempo per abbracciare e un tempo per astenersi dagli abbracci. Un tempo per cercare e un tempo per perdere, un tempo per serbare e un tempo per buttar via. Un tempo per stracciare e un tempo per cucire, un tempo per tacere e un tempo per parlare. Un tempo per amare e un tempo per odiare, un tempo per la guerra e un tempo per la pace.”

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Ecclesiastes, or The Preacher

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