¨¨¨^~;†&@@ @@&†;~^¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨^~;†&@ @&†;~^¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨^~;†&@@ @@&†;~^¨¨¨
¨¨^~;†&@@@ @@@&†;~^¨¨
¨^~;†&@@@# #@@@&†;~^¨
¨¨^~;†&@@@ ###;~ ~;### @@@&†;~^¨¨
¨¨¨^~;†&@@ ~;;####;;~ ~;;####;;~ @@&†;~^¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨^~;†&@ ~~ ~;######;~ ~~ @&†;~^¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨^~;†&@@ ~~~ ~~ ~~ ~~~ @@&†;~^¨¨¨
¨¨^~;†&@@@ ~~~~ ~~~~ @@@&†;~^¨¨
¨^~;†&@@@# ~~~ 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. @@&†;~^¨¨¨
¨¨^~;†&@@@ @@@&†;~^¨¨
¨^~;†&@@@# #@@@&†;~^¨
¨¨^~;†&@@@ @@@&†;~^¨¨
¨¨¨^~;†&@@ @@&†;~^¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨^~;†&@ @&†;~^¨¨¨¨