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
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
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