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She
may
be
the
face
I
can't
forget.
The
trace
of
pleasure
or
regret
may
be
my
treasure
or
the
price
I
have
to
pay.
She
may
be
the
song
that
summer
sings.
May
be
the
chill
the
autumn
brings.
May
be
a
hundred
different
things
within
the
measure
of
a
day.
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