Just an accidental opus,
A song for another occasion;
Not to cause abrasiveness,
Just to settle some persuasion.
Just an accidental song,
They were singing with a chorus;
A melody to get along,
To get sentimental and sonorous.
Just an accidental passing,
Into an oblivion tune;
A thought here and there classing,
Into time's afternoon.
Just an accidental way,
For whatever there inside is;
To meet the coming day,
And what a future may wish.
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