| Hope for a better day
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| May soon come your way
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| You never know
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| Who’s at the door
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| Who’s to come
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| What’s to be done
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| Tomorrow is a mystery
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| Bells are tolling, in the open air
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| Angels singing
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| You hear it everywhere
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| And there’s no more pain
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| Left to feel in vain
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| For you
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| A time to love again
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| A time for peace again
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| A time for war
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| Is now gone
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| A time to hate
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| Does not await
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| Today is a gift of god
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| Bells are tolling, in the open air
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| Angels singing, you hear it everywhere
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| Bright lights shining, all through your way
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| Beams are gleaming and brightening the day
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| And there’s no more pain
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| Left to feel in vain for you
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| There is a time for everything
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| And a season for every activity
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| Under the heavens
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| A time to be born and a time to die
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| A time to search and a time to give up
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| Whatever is has already been before
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| In its time all has been made beautiful
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| In the human heart there is eternity
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| Yet no one can fathom what god has done
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| Bells are tolling, in the open air
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| Angels singing, you hear it everywhere
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| Bright lights shining, all through your way
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| Beams are gleaming and brightening the day
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| And there’s no more pain
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| Left to feel in vain for you |