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. bMJ2qeIX7u5CYDEi9R4CXiP3gu6PR6t8POCDotXUaxUJZXxEAe2LyqzmbjbpQ47R