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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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