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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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