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. +pg+000lac2I02xBgpv0utdECgZ59Krcus1p9x8LNB1M0LgA2fSFFCg3G3fC8kac