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.
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.