Chance
I want to sing what's righteous, but I'm apt to sing what's wrong,
For I cannot control the eccentricities of song.
My verses whirl like autumn leaves upon a windy day.
Before I've told them half my mind, they flutter far away,
Full of moonlight, love, and laughter, mixed with other dim affairs
As far removed from economic profit as from prayers
The quaint, fantastic creatures shake their skirtless limbs and dance
And my brain goes dancing after them, the dizzy sport of chance.
For I cannot control the eccentricities of song.
My verses whirl like autumn leaves upon a windy day.
Before I've told them half my mind, they flutter far away,
Full of moonlight, love, and laughter, mixed with other dim affairs
As far removed from economic profit as from prayers
The quaint, fantastic creatures shake their skirtless limbs and dance
And my brain goes dancing after them, the dizzy sport of chance.
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