She... (Pen Drawing)

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 of my life is 

She, she Oh, she

(She - Elvis Costello)

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