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venerdì 29 agosto 2003

She May be the face I cant 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.


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


She who always seems so happy in a crowd.
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No ones 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 Im alive
The one Ill care for through the rough and rainy years
Me Ill take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes Ive got to be
The meaning of my life is


She, she, she


























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