|When the visitors landed from the circling skies|
Did they transform your friends into masked new faces
Leaving behind only a few brief traces
Of a world changed within your mind's eye?
|Invade your privacy from their invisible plane|
And distort your dreams into a dizzying haze
That drove you to turn your friends away
And hide in the corner from the maddening rain?
|Did you ever look into their big black eyes|
From a dream you were having about flying through time?
As space and memory folds in the back of your mind
|And your thoughts reflect back from the circling skies...
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