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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, ,,,,,,,,~:
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&@*:~,,,,, I'Ve Been Counting How Many Of Each ,,,,,~:*@&
@&@*:~,,,, Shape There Is. ,,,,~:*@&@
#@&@*:~,,, I Think It'S A Kind Of Angel Language. ,,,~:*@&@#
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#@&@*:~,,, Along The Streets Even At Night. ,,,~:*@&@#
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