A Whiter Shade of Pale

We skipped the light fandango
 And turned cartwheels cross the floor.
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 I was feeling kind of seasick
 But the crowd called out for more.
 The room was humming harder
 
 And 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.
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 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 just have well been closed.
 And so it was that later
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 As the miller told his tale
 That her face at first just ghostly
 Turned a whiter shade of pale.