When the party’s over.

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When the party’s over,

The last of guests have gone,

The importance is the after taste

With which you greet the dawn.

What is it you remember

Of all that’s said and done

The deeply felt communions

Or the feasting and the fun?

The drinks indeed were tasty

The hog roast was divine,

But the thing that lingers most with me?

The hearts that shared with mine.

Sweeter far that cocktails

The blends within each one.

Each soul enhancing flavour

Of our life beneath the sun.

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