when i got home
i realised i still had your jumper on
now it's resting on my sofa
the blue wool blend
that took away the chill of the british summer
i can't help but to think
how many times i would have been saved by your jumper
if you had never left
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jumper.
when i got home
i realised i still had your jumper on
now it's resting on my sofa
the blue wool blend
that took away the chill of the british summer
i can't help but to think
how many times i would have been saved by your jumper
if you had never left