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 the summer sings.
Maybe the child that autumn brings.
Maybe a hungred diferent things
within the measure of the day.

She maybe the beauty or the beast.
Maybe the famine or the feast.
May turn each dat 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 allways seem soy happy in a crown.
Who's eyes can be so privare and so pround.
No one's allowed to see them when they cry.
She maybe the love than cannot hope to last.
May come to me from shadows of the past.
Thay I remember till day I die.

She maybe the reason I sorvive.
The why and where for I'm alive.
The one I'll care for througth the rougth and many years.
Me I'll take herlaughter and her tears.
And make them all my souvenirs.
For where she goes I have to be.
THE MEANING OF MY LIFE IS SHE.


Cami: si no llegas a entender clikea aca que ahi esta en castellano. Jaja.
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