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THE POST OFFICE
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?
Watchman
My gong sounds to tell the people, Time waits for none, but goes on forever.
{{c}Amal}} Where, to what land?
Watchman
That none knows.
Amal
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.
