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. 5A2Nr+bDUfAn8J39dobHGprRE57i2rai0w2r5W9LOrcDvq9E6juGMCClT3D2Sqgj