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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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