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,,~†*&££££ Particular Pattern. It Starts With A ££££&*†~,,
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,,~†*&£@## I'Ve Been Counting How Many Of Each ##@£&*†~,,
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,,,,,,,†&£ 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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