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Apr 2012
I wouldn't mind a nice haunting
a ghost that sneaks in while I am asleep
holds my hand when I have bad dreams
and perhaps slips into bed beside me
holds me the way you used to hold me
cold but close....
I don't know
you're not dead yet, are you?
Written by
Neil Rogers
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