I am attached with sunset,
I am attracted with the bay,
For the blood of wanderer is on me
And my soul is in the sea.

There is beauty laid there,
With a pebbles and sands so precious,
My heart has gone aboard its view
For the island of beauty and blues.

I must sail again tomorrow!
With the pretty sunset I must be,
Sail down on the waves of travels
In the wonder of the sea.

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