At that time, killing the flies,
lizards, birds.
Even the white swan's down
I did not violate the boundaries.

Then the perimeter of the country,
curled eel,
erected four deaf walls,
door caused coal.

Chief came and said,, the snow
fell and needed shelter.
And he was soon raided
in the forest for the woodpile.

The house was built. The chimney
flame buzzing, furious.
But friction with the body itself eyes
It creates a similar mud.

And there went for a walk in a coat
Sleeveless plague.
The last ones died, Who
once gone mad.

So decorate the bottle glare,
dent spoils shield,
On a thin stalk stands sandpiper
and, looking forward, silent.


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