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. Fd7d7XkGftoG/tAXoo4CoYHuwP6yKkZRez6CmHv4ckO8vgQ6DCEqq2fGPqejTZEq