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The Ghosts of York We are the ghosts of York and we are real. You may have altered names of streets and walls but, when all those avenues fill with night and the certainty you are not alone ignites a feeble fire behind your eyes, know that we're here and have nightmares to share. The modern world will fall away to share its demon-filled underbelly and real face teeming with vengeful shadows. Our eyes peer out from your ancient defending walls, always reminding you're never alone on cobbles after dark, in bed at night. Sometimes we'll sing sweet to lay soft the night, encourage you coldly to open - share your dreams - when they're