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| I took a ride from a far land in Orient to Maryland Heaven sent and heaven stolen To every horizon where we've been Breath in every mist of perfumes that breed the love In the first place I wanted to taste the taste of being face to face with common grace Now that I am on my way home To make the triumph return And as I get along I listen to our secret theme To mediate on the warmest dream |
| Special dedication & love to Peter John Piro February 3rd 2001 Written on abroad NW17 |
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| From Orient to Maryland |
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