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36 the wall our doggie sleeps with his nose in his curled up tail; then your gong strikes out, "Dong, dong, dong!" Tell me why does your gong sound?

My gong sounds to tell the people, Time waits for none, but goes on forever.

{{c}Amal}} Where, to what land?

That none knows.

Then I suppose no one has ever been there! Oh, I do wish to fly with the time to that land of which no one knows anything.