Sinner man was too sorry to say a word,
His soul was left with a prayer unheard.
So he loved, the sinner man,
So he vanished, the sinner man.
His grave stood colder than a whore's chest, midwinter.
Everybody knows, he had himself no rest, no whisper.
For all he loved, eternal be his flame!
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