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