She (Um lugar chamdo Nothing Hill)
SheMaybe the face I can't forget,A trace of pleasure or regret,Maybe my treasure orThe price I have to pay.
SheMaybe the song that summer sings,Maybe the chill that autumn brings,Maybe a hundred different thingsWithin the measure of a day.
SheMaybe the beauty or the beast,Maybe the famine or the feast,May turn each day into aHeaven or a hell.
SheMaybe the mirror of my dream,A smile reflected in a stream,She may not be what she may seemInside her shell.
SheWho always seems so happy in a crowd,Whose eyes can be so private and so proud,No one's allowed to see themWhen they cry.
SheMaybe the love that cannot hope to last,May come to me from shadows of the past,That I remember till the day I die.
SheMaybe the reason I survive,The why and wherefore I'm alive,The one I'll care for through theRough and ready years.
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tearsAnd make them all my souvenirsFor where she goes I've got to be.The meaning of my life is she, she
She
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