She may be the face I cant forget
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A trace of pleasure or regret
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May be the treasure
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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 chill that 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 dreams
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The smile reflected in the 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 ones 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 me from shadows of the past
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That I'd 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
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Through the rough and ready years
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Me, I'll take her 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 She
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She may be the love that cannot hope to last
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May come to me 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
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Through the rough and ready years
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Me, I'll take her 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 She
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She....
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The meaning of my life is She
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She
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| Engelbert Humperdinck |
