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She

(Charles Aznavour)

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 summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of the 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 a shell

She who's always happy in a crowd
Whose eyes are private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them 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
Where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she...she...she...she