Shangri-La
In this land remote from the rest of the earth,
a man can live for centuries after his birth.
Mallinson, it is without a trace of a doubt I know
that the High Lama himself is really Father Perrault.
The Belgian monk found his way into the valley.
The lamasery he founded is this place we see.
How can you explain the exquisite beauty all around?
The pristine weather and fertility of the ground?
Where else could a place like this be found?
Mallinson, I’m convinced everything is not a lie.
If you and Lo Tsen leave here, you will die.
Based on the 1933 novel "Lost Horizon" by the late James Hilton
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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