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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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