I have kissed many girls out under a full moon’s light.
Picked out our favorite star so late at night.
But there on the beach in that star lit land,
You moved me in ways I still don’t understand.
As you walked my way you looked like a queen.
That was the first time I had ever seen
a sunrise at midnight.
Down where the ocean and white sand meet,
the water struggled to touch your feet.
A sea breeze caressed you, brushed through your long hair.
I knew I’d never seen anyone so fair.
It thrills me each time I recall that sight.
The radiance of your beauty was such a brilliant light.
That sunrise at midnight.
Key Largo is my place of mystery, love and delight.
It’s where my dreams take me each day and every night.
No matter where I am, when I look up and see a star,
I dream and long to be where ever you are.
You’ll always be my Key Largo and Bacall.
My Hemmingway girl as I recall,
That sunrise at midnight.
That sunrise at midnight.
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Wow, I fell in love with the Keys and I was only able to spent a half a day there. Would have loved to have looked for a little cottage to live there.
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