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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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