We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels cross the floor I felt somewhat sick, but the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder as the ceiling flew away when we called for a drink The waiter brought a tray And so it came about that later, when the miller told his story, that her face at first just ghostly, rotating parts, a Whiter Shade Of Pale She said there is no reason And the truth is clearly visible. But I will through my playing cards and would not let a ...
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