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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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