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. U8Zn1PCBIvHmFZvl8YP3gWhikGsaFFw1Bpk7GgHthDjBcZVHx6eYL7Fj23fy8TAk