I feel the need to visit Sunset Key,

explore a beach that waits in time for me;

a sandy paradise of ecstasy,

her green lagoon my love will entertain.

As Cupid’s capsule guards me overhead,

I’ll use Pacific passion for a bed,

and dream of sunsets wild and wet and red,

till dawn comes creeping over misty main.

If lure should not induce a fish to bite

I’ll dance upon the beach in robe of white,

and cast a spell by shadowed firelight,

as Southern sand turns into golden grain.

If I should die tonight – before I’m slain

I’ll pray to see my Sunset Key again.

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