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 dreams 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 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 and ready 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
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