Past fast master
of the long goodbye
too many nights
deep in thought and high
too many days on the
assembly line
has taken its toll
upon my spine
fast master I’m
a whiz with tricks
for reading hidden futures
in the yarrow sticks
for scrawling down a message
from the great beyond
watch me conjure
with a wave of my magic wand
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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