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We see that we have never lived.

[She goes towards the slope and descends.

[The makes way for her and follows her.  remains sitting motionless beside the brook.

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[''Is heard singing triumphantly among the hills.'']

I am free! I am free! I am free! No more life in the prison for me! I am free as a bird! I am free!