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. vgVW79wFU5mAZvRXpkesT7N0mNC9ytoCg9L38kdevzbsn5zKo/e22+0vkKDI7fdb