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She may be the face
I can't forget

The trace of pleasure
or regret
Maybe my treasure
or the price I have to pay

She may be the song
that summer sings
Maybe the chilly
autumn breeze

Maybe a hundred
different things
Within the measure
of her day.

She may be the beauty
or the beast
Maybe the famine
or the feast

May turn each day
into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror
of my dreams
Maybe the famine
or the feast
May turn each day
into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror
of my dreams

The 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 one's allowed to see
them when they cry

She may be the love that
cannot hope to last
She may be the reason
I survive

The why and where
for I'm alive
The one I've cared for
through the rough and
ready years

Me, I'll take her laughter
and her tears
And make them
all my souvenirs

0h where-she goes
I've got to be
The meaning of my life
is she, she, ooh ho, she.
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Title
She
Artist
Costello And Bacharach
Brand
Sweet Georgia Brown
Code
SGB18-10