A Whiter Shade Of Pale

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We skipped the light fandango
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turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
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I was feeling kinda seasick
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but the crowd called out for more
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The room was humming harder
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as the ceiling flew away
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When we called out for another drink
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the waiter brought a tray

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And so it was  that later
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as the miller told his tale
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that her face, at first just ghostly
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turned a whiter  shade of pale

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She said, There is no reason
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and the truth is plain to see
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But I wandered through my playing cards
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and would not let her be
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one of sixteen vestal virgins
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who were leaving for the coast
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and although my eyes were open
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they might have just as well been closed

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And so it was  that later
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as the miller told his tale
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that her face, at first just ghostly
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turned a whiter  shade of pale

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And so it was  that later
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as the miller told his tale
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that her face, at first just ghostly
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turned a whiter  shade of pale

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