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Intro: C# Bbm F# G#
C#She may be the face I can't foBbmrget
The trace of pleasure or reF#gret
Maybe my treasure or the prC#ice I have to paA#y
Dm#She may be the song that summer sinFm#gs
May be the chill that autumn brC#ings
F#/G#
May be a hundred different things
Within the meaG#sure of a daC#y F# G#
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....
Brigde: C C/A F C A Dm Fm C F G C C7
SAhe, who always seems so happy in a Ecrowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so prDoud
No one's allowed to see them whC#en they cry
Fm#She maybe the lovBe that cannot hoEpe to last
May come to C#me from shadows in the paEst
That I remEember 'till the day I G#die
She maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take the 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
Oh, she....
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then mail me at andreas.jam@newmail.dk
Enjoy!!!