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*\-,,,,,,, -- The Street Lights Always Have A -- ,,,,,,,-\*
&*\-,,,,,, Particular Pattern. It Starts With A ,,,,,,-\*&
@&*\-,,,,, Row Of White Lights, Then It'S Joined ,,,,,-\*&@
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&*\-,,,,,, 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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