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| Whiter Shade Of Pale |
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skipped the light Fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kind of seasick But the crowd called out for more * ~ * ~ * ~ * The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray * ~ * ~ * ~ * And so it was that later As the Miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned A Whiter Shade Of Pale * ~ * ~ * ~ * She said, "There is no reason And the truth is plain to see" But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be * ~ * ~ * ~ * One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might just as well've been closed * ~ * ~ * ~ * And so it was that later As the Miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned A Whiter Shade Of Pale And so it was .... * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * |
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