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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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