It's the fantastic drowse
Of the afternoon Sundays
That bored you to rages of tears
The unending pleadings
To waste all your good times
In thoughts of your middle-aged years
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KENSINGTON, LONDON, APRIL 21, 1975
"Sarah?" Roger called as he looked for his girlfriend. Freddie had just rang him up and asked if he could come over to the studio. Even though they had finished recording and touring for now, Freddie suddenly was struck by inspiration and came up with a brilliant song (his own words), so he had summoned all of the other band members to their usual studio.
