It's over!
Heart, why do you grieve?
That's the vain sorrow which caused us to leave!
It's over!
Hail your liberty!
Do you pine for the time in which you weren't free?
It's over!
But strength and will I lack.
It's over!
And yet...I must go back
- Eliza Woodhouse
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Excellent, once again.
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