zivot je ponekad fakat s*eban...

She...may be the face I can't forget, the trace of pleasure or regret, may be my treasure or the prize...I have to get, she may be the song that someone sings, may be the chill that autumn brings, may be a hundred different things...within the measure of a day.
She...may be the beauty or the beast, may be the famin or the feast, may turn each day into a heaven...or a hell...she may be the mirror of my dreams the smile reflected in a stream, she...may not be what she may seem inside a shell.
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She...will always seem so happy in a crowd, who's eyes can seem so private and so proud...no ones allowed to see them when they cry.
She may be the love that cannot hope to last, may come to leave from shadows of the past...but I remember till the day....I die.
SHE...may be the reason I survive, the why or when for I'm alive, the what I'll care for through the rough in many years, Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears, and make them all my souveneers, oh when she goes I've got to be...the meaning of my life is....she....................SHE........ ....oh she.