Something White
And the truth is plain to see
But I wander through my playing cards
And would not let it be
I'm one of the sixteen virgins
Who are leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well be 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.
"A White Shade of Pale"
- Annie Lennox
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