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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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,,,,,,~†&¶ ~~~~ ~~~~ ¶&†~,,,,,,
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,,~/†&@¶## Like They'Re Looking For Something. ##¶@&†/~,,
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