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. LE2oebl5r14n6hiLOhugg54wxd9szqTMbBL5A5RkNnBvvlfrb2blgSWHXkbwX3Yo