She (Marce Y Pato)

She (Marce Y Pato)

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  · She ·By Elvis Costello
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  She may bethe face I can`t forget, The trace of pleasure or regret, May be my treasure or The price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings, May be the chill that autumn brings, May be a hundred different things Whitin the measure of a 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 The smile reflected in a stream
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  She may notbe what she may seem Inside her shell. She Who always seems so happy in a croud 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 cannon hope to last, May come to me from shadows of the past That I´ll remember till the day I die
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  She may bethe reason I survive The why and where for i´m alive, The one I´ll care for Through the rough and rainy 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 oh she…