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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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