~~She~~ By Elvis Costello

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She maybe the face I can't forget.
The trace of pleasure or regret.
Maybe my treasure,
or the price I have to pay.

She maybe the song the summer sings.
Maybe the chill the autumn brings.
Maybe a hundred different things,
within the 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 dreams.
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.
Who's 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.
That comes indeed from shadows in the past,
that I remember till the day I die.

She maybe the reason I survive.
The why and where for I'm alive.
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready 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...

Oh She...

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