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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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