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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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