An Autumn Love Cycle/Song of the Sinner

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Song of the Sinner
Just a bit of ashesGrey, grey ashes—spent—God! how fierce the fires burnedDown to this content.
Just a bit of ashes,Not a single sparkLives in this residuumCrumbling 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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