She


Song Lyrics by Elvis Costello:

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
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in ready 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

scraplifted from “scrapbooking life’s little treasures”

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