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.
