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. 2zzD/eIVuTktE1STTVeFy1HxXvCSxsB1ZXKh68BXCzIFPv15VmoymsEWjmfLnvOb