| A WHITER SHADE OF PALE We skipped the light fandango and turned cart 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 thro' my playing cards and would not let her be one of sixten vestal virgins who were leaving for the coast and although my eyes were open they might just as well been closed. 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. ch hatte mich vorher gefragt. Es war unglaub- lich. Frauenstimmen auf einer Beatlesplatte htte ich nie a {w{w 9 b U 5 U u y Arial |
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