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.
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, a smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell.
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell.
She may be the mirror of my dream, a 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
That I remember till the day I die.
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
That I 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 and rainy 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.
The one I'll care for through the rough and rainy 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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