#,,,###### ,#,,,,,#,,
##,,#,,,,, ,##,,,,##,
#,#,##,,,, ,#,#,,,#,#
,####,#,,, #####,,###
##,,,###,, #,,,,#,#,,
#,#,,#,,#, ###†~ ~†### ,#,,,####,
####,##,## ~††####††~ ~††####††~ ###,,#,,,#
,,,,##,##, ~~ ~†######†~ ~~ ,,,#,##,,#
#,,,#,##,# ~~~ ~~ ~~ ~~~ ,,,###,#,#
,#,,###,## ~~~~ ~~~~ ,,,#,,####
###,#,,##, ~~~ 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. ,,,,#,,###
#,,,,,,#,# ,,,,##,#,,
##,,,,,### 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. #,,#,,##,,
,,###,##,, ,#,##,#,#,
,,#,,##,#, ~~~~ ,###,#####
#,##,#,### ~~~~ ~~~~ ##,,##,,,,
###,####,, ~~~ ~~~ #,#,#,#,,,
#,,##,,,#, ~~~~ ~~~~ ########,,
##,#,#,,## ~~~ ~~~ #,,,,,,,#,
#,#####,#, ~~~~ ~~~~ ##,,,,,,##
,##,,,,### #,#,,,,,#,
,#,#,,,#,, Like They'Re Looking For Something. ####,,,,##
#####,,##, ,,,,#,,,#,
#,,,,#,#,# ,,,,##,,##
,#,,,##### #,,,#,#,#,
,##,,#,,,, ,#,,######
##,#,##,,, ###,#,,,,,