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The party ended and there’s just a mess left to clear

Everybody was there when the party was in full flow

But when things calmed down they all started to go

Now it’s all very quiet and nothing much is left

Except the remnants of the discarded mess

It’s a metaphor for life and when you’re sitting in your home alone

It’ll resonate profoundly and you will then know

That the party is over, who knows if more are to come

But at the moment there’s clearing up to be done

By you on your own.