| May be the face I can't forget. |
| A trace of pleasure or regret |
| May be my treasure or the price I have to pay. |
| She may be the song that summer sings. |
| May be the chill that autumn brings. |
| May be a hundred different things |
| Within the measure of a day. |
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| She |
| May be the beauty or the beast. |
| May be 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 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 of the past. |
| That I'll remember till the day I die |
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| She |
| May be the reason I survive |
| The why and wherefore 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 |
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| She, she, she |
