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The Lover Mourns for the Loss of Love

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. Knz0vy824eR4D8vt6P9QRMYnjEIUVP092qV+gUuP+37PD7ypu2jYC5jniHk4Q+TP

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