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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. §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨§§¨§¨§¨¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨¨§¨§¨§¨§ 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. §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨¨§¨§¨§¨§ §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨§§¨§¨§¨¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
§¨¨§¨§¨§¨§ §¨§¨§¨§¨§¨
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