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Revelation
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eI1oSkX-Zag
Mr. White / Mr. Black / Mr. Green = / Mr. Gold
3=1 Eternal / 3=2+1 Temporal / 3=3 Math Jury Infinite
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KING CLAUDIUS How do you, pretty lady?
OPHELIA Well, God 'ild you! They say the owl was a baker's
daughter. Lord, we know what we are, but know not
what we may be. God be at your table!
KING CLAUDIUS Conceit upon her father.
OPHELIA Pray you, let's have no words of this; but when they
ask you what it means, say you this:
[Sings]
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,
And dupp'd(opened) the chamber-door;
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.
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A battle on the dark continents, hardened into existence, from seas of chaos, produced each time, infinite mind realigns, and absorbs an eternal mind. Aqueducts.
3 =2+1 ... .. ... . ... \\\
Were moving at 150 miles per second.
Sometimes a dove seeks land, sometimes an owl intercepts it. Navigation
The legend: "Jesus turned the baker's daughter into an owl for refusing him a bread crust."
MHO, Probably his evil groupie, the boy with the fish and loaves did it and pinned it on Jesus.
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The Weights & Measures
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ikrxv89_2QQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TOgPhK7VUI https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kW_GvYgWt1I https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DciAjkq6mhQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJwtaUAQupk
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Battle Of Evermore
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUmd6lujmuE
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Queen of Light took her bow
And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom
And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight
And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe,
Rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might
Of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horses' thunder
Down in the valley blow,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold,
The seas of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care,
Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant's face is red.
Oh the war is common cry, pick up you swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad
That mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed
The woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall,
The ring wraiths ride in black, ride on.
Sing as you raise your bow,
Shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night
That lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the mornin' light.
The magic runes are writ in gold
To bring the balance back, bring it back.
At last the sun is shining, the clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his eyes.
--- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
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