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,,,»/^%£@# »»» Street Lights... »»» #@£%^/»,,,
,,»/^%£@## »»»» For Some Reason, »»»» ##@£%^/»,,
,,,»/^%£@# »» The Street Lights Always Have A »» #@£%^/»,,,
,,,,»/^%£@ Particular Pattern. It Starts With A @£%^/»,,,,
,,,»/^%£@# Row Of White Lights, Then It'S Joined #@£%^/»,,,
,,»/^%£@## By A Red Row, Then The Blue Ones, And ##@£%^/»,,
,,,»/^%£@# So On. And Then, There'S A Second Row, #@£%^/»,,,
,,,,»/^%£@ Almost Mirroring The First. @£%^/»,,,,
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,,»/^%£@## I'Ve Been Counting How Many Of Each ##@£%^/»,,
,,,»/^%£@# Shape There Is. #@£%^/»,,,
,,,,»/^%£@ I Think It'S A Kind Of Angel Language. @£%^/»,,,,
,,,»/^%£@# Angel Bodies Made Of Light, Running #@£%^/»,,,
,,»/^%£@## Along The Streets Even At Night. ##@£%^/»,,
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