She may be the face I can't forget A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings May be the chill that 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 dream
This my dream

Reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside a shell
She is always happy in a crowd
Whose eyes are private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them cry
She may be the love that cannot hope
To last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She may be the reason I survive
The one wherefore I'm alive
The one I care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I take her laughter and her tears
And make them mine for you
I'm all my souvenirs
Where she goes, I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She
She
Oh, she
Oh, she says me what I can't ask for








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