Her pride in soul for me has expired, Expired like...
She was my faith Resting like bride of nightfall...

Ay, ay she is to return.
A true work of art...

My lady has two pink roses
Curved with rhythm upon her face...

Hello Stranger.
I come to speak of love...

You are my dream girl
I love you so much that I can't tell...

Living in a world
With wondrous drastic causes...