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. Ks3t/YKN2GpzLNVu6RelNzQpYuoYWGAUxRik9Qj7oy9w1bpdlIILwrAskR+QfHRF