Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
C#Bbm She may be the face I can't forget F# The trace of pleasure or regret C#A# Maybe my treasure or the price I have to pay Dm#Fm# She may be the song that summer sings C# May be the chill that autumn brings F#/G# May be a hundred different things G#C#F#G# Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell She may be the mirror of my dreams A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell....
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AE She, who always seems so happy in a crowd D Whose eyes can be so private and so proud C# No one's allowed to see them when they cry Fm#BE She maybe the love that cannot hope to last C#E May come to me from shadows in the past EG# That I remember 'till the day I die
She maybe the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive The one I care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take the laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs For where she goes I've got to be The meaning of my life is She....She Oh, she....
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