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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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,,~/%§#@## Like They'Re Looking For Something. ##@#§%/~,,
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