Charles Aznavour She
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 A
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