Paler than a thousand lips disgraced
Whiter than a whiter shade of pale
I saw by my glass door her silent face.
I had too fiercely put her in her place
By my kitchen fire which glowed with taste
Like a headless nun once newly veiled
Yet heaven is not reached in any race
One knows there is no surer way to fail
A whiter veil
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How my heart sings 