Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,I had a beautiful friend

And dreamed that the old despair Would end in love in the end:

She looked in my heart one day

And saw your image was there;

She has gone weeping away. hZBqFy2jS7m/HdGd+bvNRuVKnit/O6HgKC6zSnjR0YQ54EmkX2ca8GUQOqs1RO4A