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In the season of snow,
in the immeasurable cold,
we grow cruel but honest; we keep
ourselves                alive,
if we can, taking one after another
the necessary bodies of others, the

m        a        n        y

crushed        red        flowers.

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          𝗠𝗩𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘