She
may be the face
I can't forget a trace of pleasure I regret
may be my treasure or the price I have to pay
she may be the song that Solomon sing
may be the chill that autumn brings
my be a hounded tearful things
within 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 heave or a hell
she may be the mirror of my dream
a smile reflected in a stream
she may not be what she may seem
inside as shell
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