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Good Omens | Official Trailer

From Amazon Prime Video, “With Armageddon just days away, the armies of Heaven and Hell are amassing and The Four Horsemen are ready to ride. Aziraphale, an angel, and Crowley, a demon, agree to join forces to find the missing Anti-Christ and to stop the war that will end everything. Based on the best-selling novel by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman, Good Omens follows an unlikely duo and their quest to save the world. New Series premiere May 31, 2019.”

Peace, JW

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Just a reminder that the fact that Anathema has a Phd is canon :):

She looked at Newt’s blank expression.

“I did my Ph.D. on them,” she said. “The people who invented things so simple and universally useful that everyone forgot that they’d ever actually needed to be invented. Sugar?”

good omens anathema I've read some surprised reactions :) yep she is awesome she is a witch - what else she would be! :)
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“ A Jewish folk song, Golden Peacock, scratched into the painted over window of a closed down store:
Yiddish Lyrics:
iz di goldene pave gefloygn, gefloygn.
un di nakht hot geefnet di goldene oygn,
likhtiker mayner, shlof ayn.
di nakht...
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A Jewish folk song, Golden Peacock, scratched into the painted over window of a closed down store:
Yiddish Lyrics:

iz di goldene pave gefloygn, gefloygn.
un di nakht hot geefnet di goldene oygn,
likhtiker mayner, shlof ayn.

di nakht hot geefnet di goldene oygn,
bin ikh fidl gevorn un du der boygn,
umruiker mayner, shlof ayn.

bin ikh fidl gevorn un du der boygn,
un doz glik iber undz hot farlibt zikh geboygn,
tsertlekher mayner, shlof ayn.

un dos glik iber undz hot farlibt zikh geboygn,
gelozt undz aleyn un farfloygn, farfloygn,
troyeriker mayner, shlof ayn.

English translation:

Has the golden peacock flown away, flown away.
And the night has opened its golden eyes,
Bright one of mine, go to sleep.

The night has opened its golden eyes,
I’ve become the fiddle and you the bow,
Restless one of mine, go to sleep.

I’ve become the fiddle and you the bow,
And fortune has smittenly concerned herself with us,
Tender one of mine, go to sleep.

And fortune has smittenly concerned herself with us,
Left us alone and flown on, flown on.
Sad one of mine, go to sleep.


Finding this etching has pretty much made my day and cheered me up immensely

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