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 the Psalmist sings
May be the chilly Autumn breeze
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
Who's 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
That comes to me through shadows of the past
And 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
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the Psalmist sings
May be the chilly Autumn breeze
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
Who's 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
That comes to me through shadows of the past
And 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
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