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. VLLolf5rbM10EAQ7I+79qZOxRGWHw8gTA+Kg9YnksdQgTnn5P59ql+xtkbc2inWb