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She the face I
The trace of pleasure or regret
my treasure or the price I
She the song the summer sings
the chill the autumn brings
a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She the beauty or the beast
the famine or the feast
each day into a heaven or a hell
She the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She what she inside her shell
She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes so private and so proud
No one's them when they cry
She the love that to last
to me from shadows of the past
But I'll remember till the day I die
She the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in many 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
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