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It hangs on my door
My favorite shirt
The pattern of plaid
So complex, yet so bright
It is meant to keep that special one warm
Keep that special one safe
To remind that special one
They are loved
It yearns to be shared
It yearns to be given
It yearns to be worn
Yet the shirt still hangs on my door.
My favorite shirt
The pattern of plaid
So complex, yet so bright
It is meant to keep that special one warm
Keep that special one safe
To remind that special one
They are loved
It yearns to be shared
It yearns to be given
It yearns to be worn
Yet the shirt still hangs on my door.