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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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