,.-/**#@## ##@#**/-.,
,,.-/**#@# #@#**/-.,,
,.-/**#@## ##@#**/-.,
,,.-/**#@# #@#**/-.,,
,.-/**#@## ##@#**/-.,
,,.-/**#@# ###/- -/### #@#**/-.,,
,.-/**#@## -//####//- -//####//- ##@#**/-.,
,,.-/**#@# -- -/######/- -- #@#**/-.,,
,.-/**#@## --- -- -- --- ##@#**/-.,
,,.-/**#@# ---- ---- #@#**/-.,,
,.-/**#@## --- 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. ##@#**/-.,
,,.-/**#@# #@#**/-.,,
,.-/**#@## ##@#**/-.,
,,.-/**#@# #@#**/-.,,
,.-/**#@## ##@#**/-.,
,,.-/**#@# #@#**/-.,,