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. p98MfFr+9NLfoUOCba7qNT/LEtGO9hb7ypk/6zpii13vdsW7e9nEY8Faz0CSR4HQ