Sighing through the shadows
Thinking thoughts of gloom
Twas fun for quite a while
But now don't give it room
I'm sick of spooky games
Of scaring little children
And adults often too
All I want is my old and comfy body
And to have and hold you too
I'm a fed up, with a passion
I no longer want to be
A ghostly wraith and spectre
I just want to be free
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