She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay
She 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
I'm such an oldies buff but i just can't help it sometimes. This was a song that a guy once dedicated to me, burned in on a cd of all the weird songs i downloaded onto his mp3 playlist. The voice is haunting and the sounds are lovely. Makes you nostalgic sometimes when i hear it on light and easy. This was a soundtrack for Notting Hill. Enjoy. Specially for Belle .
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