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Chuck-5

I’ve grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I’ve grown accustomed to the tune
He whistles night and noon

His smiles, his frowns
His ups, his downs
Are second 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 his looks
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face

But I’m so used to hear him say
Good morning everyday
His joys, his woes
His highs, his lows

Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I’m very grateful he’s a man
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 his face

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