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Procol Harum, "Whiter Shade of Pale"
And Toby was the ladle,
As the mirror told its tale,
That her face just burst with gold sleep,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.
And so it was the lady,
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale.
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