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Dust of Time - Hawkwind

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 how

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