As the miller told his tale,
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.
Keith Reid, A Whiter Shade of Pale
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As the miller told his tale,
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.
Keith Reid, A Whiter Shade of Pale
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and next year's words await another voice
Closed doors. Fallen by the wayside, once, twice, too often. The unexpected suicide of someone close, yet not close enough. Chapters I closed,…
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you get so alone at times that it just makes sense
"The miles he runs around the world to escape, you run in your mind", she said. My 'mind'. And I still miss you. Mile by…
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too perfect to be possible
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