There's a day for birth, a day for death,
A day for childhood, a day for oldness.
A day for marriage, a day for divorce,
A day for failure, a day for success.
A day for refusal, a day for acceptance —
Nothing new at all.
A day for truth, a day for falsehood;
A day for setback, a day for progress.
A day for war, a day for peace,
A day to sow, a day to reap,
All is nothing, but part of us.
A day for honor, a day for dishonor;
A day for prosperity, a day for chaos.
A day for misery, a day for happiness,
A day for recovery, a day for illness,
A day for satiety, a day for hunger;
All are woven around us.
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