| A Whiter Shade Of Pale 
 
 We skipped the light fandangoturned cartwheels 'cross the floorI was feeling kinda seasickbut the crowd called out for more
 The room was humming harderas the ceiling flew away
 When we called out for another drinkthe waiter brought a tray
 And so it was that lateras the miller told his tale
 that her face, at first just ghostly,turned a whiter shade of pale
 She said, 'There is no reasonand the truth is plain to see.
 'But I wandered through my playing cardsand would not let her beone of sixteen vestal virginswho were leaving for the coast
 and although my eyes were openthey might have just as well've been closed
 She said, 'I'm home on shore leave,'though in truth we were at sea
 so I took her by the looking glassand forced her to agreesaying, 'You must be the mermaidwho took Neptune for a ride.'But she smiled at me so sadly
 that my anger straightway diedIf music be the food of lovethen laughter is its queenand likewise if behind is in frontthen dirt in truth is clean
 My mouth by then like cardboardseemed to slip straight through my head
 So we crash-dived straightway quicklyand attacked the ocean bed
 
 
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