... They ...

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They
may be the faces i can't forget
traces of pleasure or regret
may be my treasures or the price i have to pay

They
may be the songs that summer sings
may be the chill that autumn brings
may be a hundred different things
within the measure of a day

They
may be the beauty and the beast
may be the famine or the feast
may turn each day into a heaven or a hell

They
may be the mirror or my dreams
a smile reflected in a stream
they may not be what they may seem
inside a shell

They
who always seem so happy in a crowd
whose eyes can be so private and so proud
no one's allowed to see them when they cry

They
may be the love that can and hope to last
may come to me from shadows from the past
that i'll remember 'till the day die

They
may be the reasons i survive
the why and where for i'm alive
the one's i'll care for through the rough and ready years

Me
i'll take their laughters and their tears
and make them all my souvenirs
for where they go i've got to be

The meaning of my life are... Them...


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