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. p+IsZ3FI0SqDUH6N/IFRDNGXwOkD/VJKj7Up8LzjPNeZgKIEn13U1964eaS8A8cs