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. fxIC6UJJZ0lHz2XAD0Ro0BLG2H2+ozzZ1g/7CecNcUCu1ohBi+TLzCLU2htfMo40