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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. ###&%†;-,,
,,-;†%&#@# #@#&%†;-,,
,,-;†%&#@# ---- #@#&%†;-,,
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,,-;†%%%%& ---- ---- &%%%%†;-,,
,,-;†%&#@# #@#&%†;-,,
,,-;†&#@## Like They'Re Looking For Something. ##@#&†;-,,
,,-;†%&#@# #@#&%†;-,,
,,-;†%&&&@ @&&&%†;-,,
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