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She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure Or regreat
May be my treasure or The price I have to pay
She may be the song The summer sings
May be the chill the Autumn brings
May be a hundred Different things
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She may be the beauty Or the beast
May be the famine Or the feast
May turn each day Into a hea-ven 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
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She who always seems So happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so Private and so proud
No one's allowed To see themwhen Theycry
She may be the love That can not hope to last
Beckons indeed From shadows of the past
That I'll remember 'Tilthe dayIdie |
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She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefor 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 when she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is SHE |
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