Thinkers' claims
Simples' folly
What they think
All they see, all they see

Sham, sham
Mostly untrue
Lies, lies
All they see, all they see

Ere bloom were we told
Nothing is constant;
False, false
All they see, all they see

If that be true
Why bid I pain away
And it remains
All I see, all I see

A season for everything
Pain knows no rule
With me it says, and has no end
All I see, all I see.