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Essentially divided between affinity and loss

Thine is the care and the sorrow within.

Drink - o stranger - my endless betrayal.

In this grimness my vague shadow will rest.

Gold, red weight - this heart is too moist to rust.

Ash, black, dust - in this emptiness perish we must.

A beggar sets his mind to wrath - holy in his shame

Elsewhere ravens circle the sky.

This last emptiness is hollow and pale

I - hermit - am so willingly dead.