The Solidified Sea 

Who are a wood, those who 

think you that I know

its house is natural into village.

he sees to me

for here I make a wood for you

to fill attention with snow. 

it is necessary that my small horse

thinks strangely for without, 

by one itself closely a farm between

wood and the evening.

the solidified sea continues.

if you give vibration to the bells of its thread,

it requires, it exists.

however the other sound

is the closed cycle of the simple wind 

and the flaumigenflocke. 

the wood is this, deeply, darkly 

but stimulated

have you, thereby kept the promise?

not sleep I forward, 

in transition one does not sleep forward.
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