An Autumn Love Cycle/Song of the Sinner

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Song of the Sinner
Just a bit of ashes
Grey, grey ashes—spent—
God! how fierce the fires burned
Down to this content.

Just a bit of ashes,
Not a single spark
Lives in this residuum
Crumbling cold and dark.

Just a bit of ashes—
To the judgment day,
I go with my memories—
Pray, sweet virgin, pray!

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