quinta-feira, maio 06, 2004
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She
She may be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure
Or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Whithin the measure of the day
She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day
Into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what
She may seem inside her shell
She who always seems so haapy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember till the day I die
She may be the reason I survive
The way and wherefore 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
She
Elvis Costello
Originalmente publicado no sapo.CAP @ 5/06/2004 10:37:00 da tarde
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