It's this Sunday night that nobody really likes. On Monday one after the other disappears. The colorful flags in the cars, tent rings are pulled out of the ground, guitar suitcase closed. The scent of coffee and summer still hangs in the air, while the first campers slowly roll off the terrain.Somewhere else plays a melody in the head: "Never say goodbye. Never say goodbye. You and me and my old friends. Hoping it would never end." Never say goo…
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It's this Sunday night that nobody really likes. On Monday one after the other disappears. The colorful flags in the cars, tent rings are pulled out of the ground, guitar suitcase closed. The scent of coffee and summer still hangs in the air, while the first campers slowly roll off the terrain.Somewhere else plays a melody in the head: "Never say goodbye. Never say goodbye. You and me and my old friends. Hoping it would never end." Never say goo…