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Sweet soul, do with me as thou wilt;
I lull a fancy trouble-tost
With ‘Love’s too precious to be lost,
A little grain shall not be spilt.’
And in that solace can I sing,
Till out of painful phases wrought
There flutters up a happy thought,
Self-balanced on a lightsome wing:
Since we deserved
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Great Rose dialogue in the Tardis and great D/T interaction in the pit. Lovely.
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I loved this chapter--I loved the TARDIS helping Rose, and the conversations between Rose and the Doctor. And I loved Rose rescuing the Doctor--she really is his hero, in so many ways.
And now I'm on tenterhooks to see what happens next . . .
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