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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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&,,&&&,,&&     Bell-Like Sounds Of The Blinding     ,,,,&&,,&&
,,,,&,,,,& 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, &&,,&&&&&,
&&&&,,&,,,       Untameable By Water Or Wind.       &,,,,&&&,,
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