Har haft en lat men trevlig dag, åt god middag hos mamma idag!
She, 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
She, may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She, 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 her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning if my life is she
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She, may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I'll remember till the day I die
She, 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 her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning if my life is she
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