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"Come here" he said, patting the piano bench where he was sitting. He started playing something as she approached and sat next to him. ..."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 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..." "Go on" he mouthed, as he continued playing. She already felt the tears welling up her eyes, but she did as he said. "He, who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry... He may be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows in the past That I'll remember 'till the day I die.. He 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 his laughter and his tears And make them all my souvenirs And where he goes I've got to be The meaning of my life is..." She stopped, as he played the last notes. "..She.." he whispered. "..He.." she smiled.
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