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September 21, 2008
The twentyfirst September passed like any other day
The minutes ticked in the hour glass and the seconds blew away
The twentyfirst September I was riding the highway With the wind in my hair, sitting on a dark chair

Waiting and Waiting, for new times to come

The twentyfirst September I was staring at the sun
At its defiant glory, at the shine that it spun
Around and around, with it's head high above ground
Looking down upon us pawn, from early night to spawnful dawn
Waiting and Waiting, for new times to come

Lately, the whispers begun