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Go on go on gasped the ghost I was taken when taking toast From the kitchen to my master He killed me- he wanted pasta In the kitchen shrouded with mould Is pasta, 100 years old Please cook it well, make it your best Help my memory come to rest For a ghost life is far from fun My only true friend fears the sun My guillotine girl gave me head Then she lost it, curse being dead! My mummy keeps me in my room Her bandages preserve my doom So please bring an end to my woe Yes! You can do it, On you go!