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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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