I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face

I've grown accustomed to her face
 She almost makes the day begin
 I've grown accustomed tot he tune
 She whistles night and noon
 Her smiles, her frowns, her ups and downs
 Are second to nature to me now
 Like breathing out and breathing in
 I was serenely independent and content before we met
 Surely I could always be that way again and yet
 I've grown accustomed to her looks
 Accustomed to her voice, accustomed to her face
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 She's second nature to me now
 Like breathing out and breathing in
 I'm very grateful she's a woman and so easy to forget
 Rather like a habit one can always break and yet
 I've grown accustomed to the trace of something in the air
 
 Accustomed to her face