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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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