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Waiting in the valley of all creation Calling out a song for the state of the nation I am son born of father never related Frozen in a bank of ice, essence liberated Dust of time caught in your eye A fleeting glimpse gone in a sigh Looking from the future into the past now Footprints of awareness approaching so fast now Queues of sterile mothers waiting for inspection Populace diminished everywhere there is rejection Dust of time caught in your eye A fleeting glimpse gone in a sigh Waiting in the valley of all creation Calling out a song for the state of the nation I am son born of father never related Frozen in a bank of ice, essence liberated Dust of time caught in your eye A fleeting glimpse gone in a sigh From Letras Mania