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You are the face I can't forget--
the trace of pleasure or regret;
and my treasure or the price I have to pay.
You are the song that summer sings;
the chill that autumn brings;
and a hundred different things within the measure of the day.
You are the beauty or the beast;
the famine or the feast;
and turn each day into a heaven or a hell.
You are the mirror of my dreams;
the smile reflected in the stream;
But you may not be what you may seem inside your shell.
You will always sing so happy in the crowd,
whose eyes can be so flattered and so proud--
no one is allowed to see them when they cry.
You may be the love that cannot hope to last;
may come in deep from shadows of the past,
that I'll remember till the day I die.
You are the reason I survived;
the why where for I am alive;
the one I'll care for through the rough and ready years.
Me, I'll take your laughter and your tears,
and make them all my souvenirs.
But where you go I've got to be--
the meaning of my life is we.
