it's november and his life is bleak there's nothing going on he plays his instrument and marks the days off as they drag on ,,, his hair is in recession and so is the economy he spends a lot of time in bed and his body need an MOT ,,, his happiness inside is in decline but only for now, cause.. the festival season puts back in what the winter months, the winter months take ou.. , , , , , , , , it's february now and it's cold inside so he frequents the pub when he talks of his summer plans it's then that he's feeling good ,,, months under grey england skies have turned his skin milk-white but in that time he's learned some songs to sing at the campfire side ,,, his happiness inside is in decline but only for now, 'cause... the festival season puts back in what the winter months, the winter months take out.. , , , , , , , , it's May time the festivals are here, he's setting up his tent a 6-man suede expensive thing that cost him half his rent his happiness inside is on the rise and he sings out aloud⦠the festival season puts back in what the winter months, the winter months take out.. , , , his tent is set up and all his friends are there , , , the sun is shining and he's sitting in his camp-fire chair , , , a cup of plum wine and he's listening to his favourite band , , , he smiles to himself 'cause this is better then he ever could have planned⦠the festival season will put back in what the winter months take out.. , , , , , ,
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