Charles Aznavour - She lyrics

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She maybe the face I can't forget

A trace of pleasure or regret

Maybe my treasure or the price

I have to pay

She maybe the song that summer sings

Maybe the chill that autumn brings

Maybe a hundred different things

Within a measure of a day

She maybe the beauty or the beast

Maybe the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a heaven

Or a hell

She maybe 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 maybe the love that cannot hope to last

May come to me from shadows of the past

That I'll remember till

The day I die

She maybe 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 she mm