To a former haunting ground, I paid a call.
Fifty quid to look about.
All I saw were phantoms,
wondering why I stuck around.
A familiar spirit bade me leave this place,
said "Mate... it's time to go.
Yer welcome to rejoin us,
when you've given the the ghost."
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