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Postcard

from Feast of Magic by Abhi Ktori

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I would like to write a postcard to a friend,
saying how’re you doing,
hope your feeling better.
But I can’t,
this old spaceship just won’t mend.
And I can’t even write myself a letter.
I would like to say the earth is looking good tonight,
and I can’t see a sign of stormy weather.
But I can’t,
this old space suit’s fitted much too tight,
and the storm lashed my fingers close together.
I’ll get up and take the captain for a walk,
he’s so tired now,
he’s lost the will to even talk.
I’ll get up and take another look into the sky.
There just might be some travelers going up this high.

Chorus
Me oh my,
seems a long way from my dying.
Me oh my,
seems a long way from my birth.
Me oh my,
seems a long way up to heaven.
In the sky,
such a long way from the earth.

I would like to say I brought along some toys,
a suitcase full of special things,
for Martian girls and boys.
But I can’t,
this old spacehat‘s made of steel,
and I never figured out the way,
that anyone should feel.

I’ll get up and check the ice upon my wings.
We’re so weary now,
we only talk of cabbages and kings.
I’ll get up and take another look into your eyes.
There just might be a place to land,
beyond these crowded skies.

Repeat chorus

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from Feast of Magic, released December 3, 2020

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