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. 3sJwkLvfq8wryQm90fn+BLF82ZKwgE93PjehSEa0L90L6HZmaOOGCmXTEFp90o/c