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THE HOUR-GLASS
not twenty pennies in your bag; let me put in my hand and count them.' But I gripped the bag the tighter, and when I go to sleep at night I hide the bag where nobody knows.
Wise Man
There's but one pinch of sand, and I am lost
If you are not he I seek.
Fool
O, what a lot the Fool knows, but he says nothing.
Wise Man
Yes, I remember now. You spoke of angels.
You said but now that you had seen an angel.
You are the one I seek, and I am saved.
