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| Eb | F#dim | | She, may be the face I can’t for | get |
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| Ab | | A trace of pleasure or re | gret |
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| Eb | C7 | | May be my treasure or the | price I have to | pay |
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| Fm | Abm6 | | She may be the song that summer | sings |
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| Eb | | May be the chill that autumn | brings |
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| Fm7 | | May be a hundred different | things |
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| Bb7 | Eb | Ab | Fm7 | Bb | | Within the | measure of a | day. | | | |
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| Eb | F#dim | | She, may be the beauty or the | beast |
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| Ab | | May be the famine or the | feast |
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| Eb | C7 | | May turn each day into a | heaven or a | hell |
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| Fm7 | Abm6 | | She may be the mirror of my | dreams |
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| Eb | | A smile reflected in a | stream |
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| F7 | | She may not be what she may | seem |
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| Bb7 | Eb | Bb7 | | In | side her | shell | |
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| B | F# | | She who always seems so happy in a | crowd |
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| E | | Whose eyes can be so private and so | proud |
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| Eb | | No one’s allowed to see them when they | cry |
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| Abm | C# | F# | | She may be the | love that cannot hope to | last |
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| Eb | F7 | | May come to | me from shadows of the | past |
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| Bb | Bb7 | | That I’ll remember till the day I | die | |
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| Eb | F#dim | | She, may be the reason I sur | vive |
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| Ab | | The why and wherefore I’m a | live |
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| Eb | C7 | | The one I’ll care for through the | rough and ready | years |
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| Fm | Abm6 | | Me I’ll take her laughter and her | tears |
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| Eb | | And make them all my sou | venirs |
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| F7 | | For where she goes I’ve got to | be |
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| Bb7 | | The meaning of my | life is |
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| Ab | Eb | Fm7 | Bb7 | Eb | | She, | she, | | oh | she |
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