Debby Boone. Reflections of Rosemary. I've Grown Accustomed To His Face. Дебби Бун. Размышления Розмари. Я привыкла к его лицу.
...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,
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