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. a2BEEIub0m3i70NMpq2NCkrJ6XK2J0Oi9iikJs66z6HVqOtJMje3VeuLFj5tDJ3S