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A Whiter Shade Of Pale 
Hard
by Procol Harum
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We a light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling of seasick
(But the) crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling away
When we called out for another drink
The brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
her at first just ghostly
a whiter shade of pale
She said, I'm home on shore leave
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by the looking glass
And would not let her be
Saying, you must be the mermaid
Who took for a ride
But she at me so sadly
That my anger straightway died
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She there is no reason
And the truth is to see
But I wandered through my cards
Would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
At the moment my eyes were open
They might just as well been closed
And so it was that later
As the his tale
That her at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
her at just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling of seasick
(But the) crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling away
When we called out for another drink
The brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
her at first just ghostly
a whiter shade of pale
She said, I'm home on shore leave
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by the looking glass
And would not let her be
Saying, you must be the mermaid
Who took for a ride
But she at me so sadly
That my anger straightway died
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She there is no reason
And the truth is to see
But I wandered through my cards
Would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
At the moment my eyes were open
They might just as well been closed
And so it was that later
As the his tale
That her at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
her at just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
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