She may be the face I can't
forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price
I have to pay
She may be the song the summer
singsMay be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different
things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven
or a hell
She may be the mirror of my
dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may
seem inside her shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private
and so proud
No one's allowed to see them
when they cry
She may be the love that cannot
hope to last
May come to me from shadows of
the past
But I'll remember till the day
I die
She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through
the rough in many years
Me, I'll take her laughter and
her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to
be
The meaning of my life is she
She
She


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