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OOR little lonely Sin! He wept before my door, His tattered robe was thin, His feet were sore. The night was wild, He seemed a child. One little lonely Sin! I said, "Come in, Yes, enter, little Sin."

We sat in gloom, Talking of many things; I heard within my room The sound of wings. It was my Angel leaving My house, and grieving. I was alone with Sin, Alone at night with Sin, With growing Sin.