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. WTyXouw/C68fLF5CI/jaJYXcIMAGj/6Y3fMsGG4/mUWWJ3Qc8i9y+vSpKCoyEKOM