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That all hath fall'n away impure; That all we thought is now unsure— This is the final cause of it, That which we know has gone to **** Yet here we stay, throughout the days, Staring into a foggy maze.
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Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC
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That all hath fall'n away impure; That all we thought is now unsure— This is the final cause of it, That which we know has gone to **** Yet here we stay, throughout the days, Staring into a foggy maze.
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Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 11:21 PM UTC
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