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. WPVKFhJ/0s8MUa2ckuVQI5eZxp44GOIhqGA+Do0Yn6C/BZq5C4jVCWskUDXyXA2N