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The one i ll care for through the rough in ready years, she may be the mirror of my dreams Jöback, whose eyes can be so private and so proud
I ll take her laughter and her tears, the one i ll care for through the rough in ready years
Inside her shell, i ll remember that untill the day i die
whose eyes can be so private and so proud
I ll take her laughter and her tears, and make them all my souvenirs
the trace of pleasure or regret
May be the famine or the feast, may turn each day into a heaven or a hell
May be the beauty or the beast, the smile reflected in a stream
No one s allowed to see, the one i ll care for through the rough in ready years
whose eyes can be so private and so proud
May be the chill that autumn brings, may be my treasure or the price i have to pay
She may be the mirror of my dreams, may come to me from shadows of the past Peter, may be the famine or the feast
The trace of pleasure or regret, she may not be what she may seem
may come to me from shadows of the past
May be the face i can t forget, the one i ll care for through the rough in ready years
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell, may be the beauty or the beast
Who always seems so happy in a crowd, the smile reflected in a stream Jöback, may be the face i can t forget
may be the chill that autumn brings
may be the famine or the feast
She may be the mirror of my dreams, may be the beauty or the beast
whose eyes can be so private and so proud
Who always seems so happy in a crowd, the trace of pleasure or regret
may be the love that cannot hope to last
no one s allowed to see
No one s allowed to see, i ll remember that untill the day i die She, may be the famine or the feast
She may not be what she may seem, inside her shell
The meaning of my life is, i ll remember that untill the day i die
May be the reason i survive, may be the chill that autumn brings
I ll remember that untill the day i die, may be the chill that autumn brings
May be the face i can t forget, may be the beauty or the beast
the why and wherefore i m alive
May be the chill that autumn brings, no one s allowed to see Peter, may be a hundred different things
For where she goes i ve got to be, may be a hundred different things, may be a hundred different things
The smile reflected in a stream, she may be the mirror of my dreams
The one i ll care for through the rough in ready years, may be the chill that autumn brings, may be the chill that autumn brings
may come to me from shadows of the past
For where she goes i ve got to be, may be the song that summer sings Jöback, the trace of pleasure or regret
the why and wherefore i m alive
may be the love that cannot hope to last
who always seems so happy in a crowd
May be the love that cannot hope to last, may be the song that summer sings
Who always seems so happy in a crowd, within the measure of a day, within the measure of a day
May be the reason i survive, the one i ll care for through the rough in ready years, she may not be what she may seem
I ll take her laughter and her tears, she may not be what she may seem
who always seems so happy in a crowd
Within the measure of a day, may be the song that summer sings
May be the famine or the feast, may be my treasure or the price i have to pay
may be the face i can t forget