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
nd saw your image was there
She has gone weeping away.
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
nd saw your image was there
She has gone weeping away.