The shapes of things [bad word] 

symphony of sorrowful songs

From the weary essence of things

Rises a new born sun

My candle burns at both ends

It will not last the night

But, ah my foes and oh, my friends

It gives a lovely light!

Safe upon the solid rock

The ugly houses stands
 [bad word] and see my shining palace

Built upon the sand

The secret passion glows

fresh draught from the font of universal light

The cloudy essence of dreams

Within the beau of aroused Youth

Reflections of the past

Whoever says the [bad word] shall die!

The unresting essence of love

Ordains: What rises must decline!