Turned cartwheels cross the floor
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The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
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turned a whiter shade of pale
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one of the sixteen vestal virgins
who are leaving for the coast
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They might just as well been closed
And so it was later
As the miller told his tale
that her face at first just ghostly
turned a whiter shade of pale
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