She

https://nl.wikipedia.org/wiki/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 tearfull 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 dream
 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
 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
 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
 For where she goes I've got to be
 The meaning of my life is
 She

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