She may be the face I can't forget A trace of pleasure or regret Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song the summer sings Maybe the chill that autumn brings Maybe a hundred different things Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast Maybe 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
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She who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No ones allowed to see them when they cry She may be the hope that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows in 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 cared for through the rough in many years Me, I take the laughter in 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 Oh she