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I've accustomed to his face
He makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the
He whistles and noon

His smiles, his frowns, his ups, his
Are nature to me now
Like breathing out and in

I was serenely and content before we met
Surely I always be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to his looks, accustomed to his
to his face

I've accustomed to his face
He makes the day begin
I've used to hear him say
Good morning

His joys, his woes, his highs, his
Are second to me now
breathing out, breathing in

I'm glad he's a man and so easy to forget
like a habit one can always break and yet
I've grown accustomed to the of something in the air
to his face