The Shapes of Things to Come
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Lyrics
The shapes of things to come A 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 Come and see my shining palace Built upon the sand ♪ The secret passion glows A 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 truth shall die! The unresting essence of love Ordains: What rises must decline!
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Song Details
- Duration
- 05:04
- Key
- 6
- Tempo
- 120 BPM