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Hippoes! On... TIPTOES! HOLY CRA-

Do you remember them
The flying, blue umbrellas
Coming down with gentle breaths
Spinning 'round on golden threads
Heaven to dirt, transcendence to mud.

They've saved us from our oppression
The industrial mind and their yellow windows
By shielding us from the acid rain.

Did we meet them that day
Ages and spaces ago
Or did they already know
Which way to go?

My umbrella is blue
Or at least it is to me.
It's got six tongues
And it's name is Dream.
I miss her every day
And see her every night.
Such discussions we have
Such music we make
And I'm a little bit wiser
Every time I wake up.