She said "There is no reason,
And the truth is pain to see."
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be.

One of sixteen vestal vergins
who were leaving for the coast.
And although my eyes were open,
They might just have well been closed.
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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.