The Lover Mourns for the Loss of Love
| 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. |
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