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. rvjjad+y9RUvd2//VQYAaN2925mc7HNlpIPgL4NZAwa46gn4cfYNQam7vZvrDbjc