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. 5qu0z+BfPgNFBvFamt6Ck8AjfaOVW7vme3CJ/gi/w74GT2ZOrMKlxswsPaOT78GL