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
 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 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 'til 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 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