I believe in ghosts and in omens.
Every time I have seen you
It has meant a message
I am scientific by profession
And meant to be by mind
But I cannot dismiss spirituality
There are answers I can find
Not everything has a formula, makes sense
Why I see you is anyone’s guess
Simply a quick flash figure in a grey suit
Yet somehow I get a message from you
It was always before my father went in hospital
A quick warning for everybody to pull through
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