Placeholder: My quickened sense can only plod. Imagination waves its rod, My spirit burns with lightning splendor, Emotive faith tastes the bread of God. As moves the wind on sightless wings, Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings, While seas to chafe of foam are beaten, And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings; So through the world doth Spirit move, And presence by His working prove,— A mystery of might and music, A lonelihood of eternal love. My quickened sense can only plod. Imagination waves its rod, My spirit burns with lightning splendor, Emotive faith tastes the bread of God. As moves the wind on sightless wings, Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings, While seas to chafe of foam are beaten, And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings; So through the world doth Spirit move, And presence by His working prove,— A mystery of might and music, A lonelihood of eternal love.

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My quickened sense can only plod. Imagination waves its rod, My spirit burns with lightning splendor, Emotive faith tastes the bread of God. As moves the wind on sightless wings, Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings, While seas to chafe of foam are beaten, And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings; So through the world doth Spirit move, And presence by His working prove,— A mystery of might and music, A lonelihood of eternal love.

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My quickened sense can only plod. Imagination waves its rod, My spirit burns with lightning splendor, Emotive faith tastes the bread of God. As moves the wind on sightless wings, Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings, While seas to chafe of foam are beaten, And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings; So through the world doth Spirit move, And presence by His working prove,— A mystery of might and music, A lonelihood of eternal love.
My quickened sense can only plod. Imagination waves its rod, My spirit burns with lightning splendor, Emotive faith tastes the bread of God. As moves the wind on sightless wings, Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings, While seas to chafe of foam are beaten, And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings; So through the world doth Spirit move, And presence by His working prove,— A mystery of might and music, A lonelihood of eternal love.
No clouds in my stones Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank Comin' down like Dow Jones When the clouds come, we gone We Roc-A-Fella We fly higher than weather
the cockpit of the mighty spaceship hummed with a symphony of lights and controls. At the helm, the young cadet who had been selected as the control-deck and command cadet of the USS Polaris unit sat with focused intensity, hands moving deftly over the control panel as the ship glided smoothly through the atmosphere.Beside them, the cocky specialist in radar and communications, monitored the readouts with a confident grin, her expertise shining through in the precision of his actions. Below on
My quickened sense can only plod. Imagination waves its rod, My spirit burns with lightning splendor, Emotive faith tastes the bread of God. As moves the wind on sightless wings, Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings, While seas to chafe of foam are beaten, And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings; So through the world doth Spirit move, And presence by His working prove,— A mystery of might and music, A lonelihood of eternal love.
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Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker Attached to my success, sent like a stalker Make way to my radius playin' fly guy Try to get on my back they force like Luke Sky Me, Myself, and I go through this act daily And rarely do I not No matter how I dodge some jackal always nails me No matter what the plot And even out on tour they be like
Another one of the various Neo Dixie drones used made by Imperial Norway. It should be clarified that Neo Dixie itself never developed any significant drone capability. It is a gangland country at this point which make R&D suffer.
Everything (objects and stuff) that flight, Everywhere they can fly, All at Once
Another one of the various Neo Dixie drones used made by Imperial Norway. It should be clarified that Neo Dixie itself never developed any significant drone capability. It is a gangland country at this point which make R&D suffer.
[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] a war plane under the ocean, ready to fire
Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines Remove all the wheelblocks, there's no time to waste Gathering speed as we head down the runway Got to get airborne before it's too late
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