"She maybe the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure of regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the summer sings
May be the chill autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Whitin the measure of the day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famime or feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dream
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seemInside her shell
She who always seem so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see then when they cry
She may be the love that can't hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember till the day I die
She may be the reasin I survive
The way 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 thenn all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The Meaning of my life is
She"
Elvis Costelo
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