There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this.

Ghosts would start to become tiresome
If they were popping out of their graves regularly to state the obvious.
Fog, midnight, big production, SFX, to emerge from the mausoleum and say
“A little chilly out, isn’t it?” or “Love can really do a number on you, can’t it?”
It would get to the point where you’d do anything to keep the dead from rising –
Banalities just don’t suit the no longer living.
In a way, banalities are what make life, life like.

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