She may be the 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
Maybe the chill that autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in many years.
Me, I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
And where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is
She
charles aznavour
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