A whiter Shade of Pale

 

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 A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandango
  turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
  I was feeling kinda 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 have just as well've been closed