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^/~^...... ~~~ Street Lights... ~~~ ......^~/^
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^/~^...... ~~ The Street Lights Always Have A ~~ ......^~/^
@^/~^..... Particular Pattern. It Starts With A .....^~/^@
#@^/~^.... Row Of White Lights, Then It'S Joined ....^~/^@#
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#@^/~^.... 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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#@^/~^.... Like They'Re Looking For Something. ....^~/^@#
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