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She may be the face I can't forgetThe trace of pleasure or regretMay be my treasure or the price I have to payShe may be the song the summer singsMay be the chill the autumn bringsMay be a hundred different thingsWithin the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beastMay be the famine or the feastMay turn each day into a heaven or a hellShe may be the mirror of my dreamsThe smile reflected in a streamShe may not be what she may seem inside her shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowdWhose eyes can be so private and so proudNo one's allowed to see them when they cryShe may be the love that cannot hope to lastMay come to me from shadows of the pastBut I'll remember till the day I die
She may be the reason I surviveThe why and wherefore I'm aliveThe one I'll care for through the rough in many yearsMe, I'll take her laughter and her tearsAnd make them all my souvenirsFor where she goes I've got to beThe meaning of my life is sheSheShe