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@#§$*:=,,, In   The  Endless  Winter  Day,  On  The ,,,=:*$§#@
#§$*:=,,,, Crystal White Plains... We Trudge  Along ,,,,=:*$§#
§$*:=,,,,,   The Train Tracks... Themselves Slowly  ,,,,,=:*$§
$*:=,,,,,, Snowed Over,  In The  Still  Hours Since ,,,,,,=:*$
*:=,,,,,,,          The Last Supply Train.          ,,,,,,,=:*
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,,,,,,,,,, Ground. Rifles  Attached To  Our  Wrist, ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, Sharing  In Our Bloodstream.  My  Husky, ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,,      My Warm-Coffee-In-Cold-Snow...      ,,,,,,,,,,
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,,,,,,,,,, The  First  Five  Shots  You  Can  Spend ,,,,,,,,,,
=,,,,,,,,, Indiscriminately, They  Hurt But Deal No ,,,,,,,,,=
:=,,,,,,,, Long  Time  Damage  To  The Shooter. The ,,,,,,,,=:
*:=,,,,,,, Next Five  You Must  Spend  Wisely, They ,,,,,,,=:*
$*:=,,,,,, Will  Take  Days To Heal. The Final Five ,,,,,,=:*$
§$*:=,,,,, You   Must    Not    Spend    At    All. ,,,,,=:*$§
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@#§$*:=,,, Weeks Earlier, In  The Weak Autumn Dawn, ,,,=:*$§#@
#@#§$*:=,, In  The  Blue-Gray Fog...  Something  Is ,,=:*$§#@#
@#§$*:=,,, Burning  With  A   Deep  Crimson  Flame, ,,,=:*$§#@
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