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.,~^*%@#@# ~~ ~^######^~ ~~ #@#@%*^~,.
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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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.,~^*%@#@# ~~~~ ~~~~ #@#@%*^~,.
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.,~^*%@#@# ~~~ ~~~ #@#@%*^~,.
.,~^*%@@## ~~~~ ~~~~ ##@@%*^~,.
.,~^*%@### ###@%*^~,.
....~****@ Like They'Re Looking For Something. @****~....
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