She    by Elvis Costello

She may be the face I can& #39;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 different things

She by Elvis Costello

Within the measure of the 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

The 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& #39;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& #39;m alive

The one I& #39;ll care for through the rough

And ready years

Me, I& #39;ll take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I& #39;ve got to be

The meaning of my life is

She

Oh, she

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