| She may be the face I can’t forget
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| A trace of pleasure or regret
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| May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
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| She may be the song that summer sings
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| May be the children autumn brings
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| May be a hundred different things
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| Within the measure of a day
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| She may be the beauty or the beast
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| May be the famine or the feast
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| May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
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| She may be the mirror of my dream
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| A smile reflected in a stream
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| She may not be what she may seem
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| Inside her shell
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| She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
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| Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
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| No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
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| She may be the love that cannot hope to last
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| May come to leap from shadows of the past
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| That I’ll remember 'till the day I die
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| She may be the reason I survive
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| The why and wherefore I’m alive
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| The one I’ll care for through the rough and ready years
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| Me, I’ll take the laughter and her tears
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| And make them all my souvenirs
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| For where she goes I’ve got to be
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| The meaning of my life is
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| She, She
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| Oh, She |