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She may be the face I can't forget, 
trace of pleasure o'or regret, 
May be my treasure o'or the price 
I have to pay.

She may be the song that su'ummer sings, 
May be the chill that autumn brings, 
May be a hundred different things 
Within the measure of a day. 

She may be the beauty'y or the beast, 
May be the famine o'or the feast, 
May turn each day into a Heaven 
Or [bad word]  

She may be the mirror o'of my dream, 
smile reflected i'in a stream, 
She may not be what she'e may seem 
Inside her shell. 

She who always seems so happy in a crowd, 
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud, 
No one's allowed to see them when they cry. 

She'e may be the love that cannot hope to last, 
 [bad word] to me from shadows of the past, 
That I remember till the day I d'ie. 

She may be the reason a'I survive, 
The why and wherefore a'I'm alive, 
The one I'll care for throu'ugh the rough 
A-and rainy years.

Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears 
And make them all m'y souvenirs 
For where she goes I've got to be,
The meaning of my life is she, she, mm-, she.