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. Dj6i3xdQP3wcalxVR92HzNBC5rSajYHej+Kreq9W21oVZSGM+TcHiMHL0Ax2QHPP