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SChe may be the face I can't forget,
A traD#m7ce of pleasure or regret,
May be my treasure or
The prCice I have to pay
D#m7She may be theA6 song that summer sings,
May be tC#he chGill that autumn brings,
MaDb/Fy be a huFndred different things
WithiG#7n the measureC ofG#7 a day G#7
SChe may be the beauty or the beast,
May bD#m7e the famine or the feast,
May turn each day into a
HeavenC or a hell
D#m7She may be the miA6rror of my dream,
A sC#mile Greflected in a stream,
SDb/Fhe mayF not be what she may seem
G#7Inside her sChelG#7l G#7
ShAe who alwaEys seems so happy in a crowd,
Whose eyD/Aes can be so private and so proud,
No one'sC#/G allowed to see them when they cry
F#mShe mB7ay be Ethe love that cannot hope to last,
May cCome to mDe from shadows of the past,
ThaD#/Ct I reCmember till the day I die
SChe may be the reason I survive,
The wD#m7hy and wherefore I'm alive,
The one I'll care for through the
CRough and ready years
D#m7Me, I'll taA6ke her laughter and her tears
AndC# makeG them all my souvenirs
For wheDb/Fre she goesF I've got to be
The G#7meaning of my liFfe iDb/Fs sheD#m7, sheG#7, G#7 C she
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