She
May be the face I can't Forget,
A trace of pleasure or regret,
May be may treasure or the price I have to pay,
She may be the song that summer sings,
May be the chill that autum 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 of the feast,
May turn each day in a heaven or ea 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 seem so happy in a crowd.
Whoes 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 in the past.
That I'll remember till the day i dye.
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and where fore 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, she, she
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