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@¨@¨¨@¨¨@¨ == The Street Lights Always Have A == @¨@¨@¨¨@¨@
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@¨@¨¨@¨¨@¨ 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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