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. cpH1FeaTLQM1t8Ge8P38hYM+IIOm024iQAxvlLzLLl2hI+pJLlAf+H12S0/2VFw2