An Autumn Love Cycle/Finis

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Finis
I looked death calmly in the face
And placed my hand within his hand
And said:
"Come, come, let us away
For I have lost the magic key
Opening the portals of desire—
My wishes cumber in the dust,
And life is stagnant
     in
       my
         heart!

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