At the dunes of the dusk of bleary The duo dunts tints out of life's weary Hearts tied tight deep in the dungeon Eeks and effets blown far but dweels held by pigeons The realms reeks through the shadows The reality reveals ugly miens in the meadows The quality of their love revealing their beauty For true love is the mirror of perfect beauty The cool rhythm of the evening's grandeurs Unfolds the sploshes of beautiful splendours Converting the cool smooth greens to red roses To unleash sweet scents for the white love horses