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. cKWTjx3D9Zz4K4kBL/71He4/o9nLmmdxm5/8gHB23Zo6H43TUydgaaXGvMk7v/KX