Who is She, What is She



  • She
    May be the face I can't forget
    The 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

    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
    The smile reflected in a stream
    She may not be what she 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
    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

    She
    May be the reason I survive
    The why and wherefore I'm alive
    The one I'll care for through the rough in 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

    She
    She, oh she


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