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 MR. BUNT

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The Wind - the Wind - the Wind ,

Ho, for the battle of Wind and Flame, Blowing 'em back and back again. Oh, ho ! Oh, ho ! The red glow of the fire has gone, the stage is black, the wind has died and the figures have departed. Vaguely the figure of the Sand

man is seen rising from the prostrate form of Mr. Bunt. He moves away slowly, singing : SANDMAN

Dream, baby, dream A spirit voice from another world breaks in upon the song. VOICE OF SPIRIT

Sandman, do you bring him to us ? SANDMAN

Not yet, О Spirit of the Air - he lives. VOICE OF SPIRIT

Sandman, do they not understand on Earth ? SANDMAN

Not yet, О Spirit, are we clearly seen. VOICE OF SPIRIT

Pass on, O Sandman, with thy sack of dreams, O’ershadow by thy visions earthly Fate ; Guard one who asked but for a tinsel crown ;

Make sweet her dreams, her voyage to our gate. Pass on, O Sandman , All is well.