She 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 Salome 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 dream
A 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 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 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 and rainy 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, she
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