Tendo como base a canção She do fantástico Charles Aznavour, alterei-a para a dedicar ao meu ser interior:
You may be the face I can't forget
A trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
You 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
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
You 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
You may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
You may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
You may not be what you may seem
Inside your shell
You may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
You may not be what you may seem
Inside your shell
You, 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
You may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember 'til the day I die
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
You may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I remember 'til the day I die
You may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take your laughter and your tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where you go I've got to be
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take your laughter and your tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where you go I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
You, you
Oh, you
Oh, you
Stay on the path, namaste
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