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A Whiter Shade Of Pale
by Reid K./Brooker G.
We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheel's across the floor.
I was feeling kind of sea-sick
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 the sixteen vestal virgins who were
leaving for the coast
And Although my eyes were open.
They might just have well 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.
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