Both Kinds of Nimbus, #1 - Lead Sheet, Page 4 of 4: ''If they could and would come back, do you believe they should come back? I am speaking of the dead!'' He stood stiffly on the top step, his eyes were wild and worried, his hand was on the door. And as he reeled to run inside, to find a place to hide, he cried, ''There's no ghost of a chance anymore! Just one life and one death, nothing more! There's no chance of a ghost anymore!''


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