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We skipped the light
fandango
And turned car wheels
cross the floor
I was feeling
kind of 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 just have
well been cosed
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