SheMay be the face I can't forget.A trace of pleasure or regretMay 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 thingsWithin the measure of a day.
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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 that summer sings.
May be the chill that autumn brings.
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day.
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