70x50 cm ~ Painting, Oil
She 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. She may be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things.
I'll take her laughter and her tears I'll make 'em all my souvenirs For where she goes, I've got to be The meaning of my life is She.
I was listening to She by Dennis Van Aarssen.
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Reproductions, Canvas prints, Metal Print