Shangrila
Land of dreams and content.
Days filled with wonderment.
Beautiful women, forever young.
Healthy, wealthy and strong.
All the things you wanted to.
Are there now, for you to do.
The sun shines every day.
Trees and flowers, bloom and stay.
No winter, to drive them away.
Every one, your friend.
Without a bitter end.
No jealousy or hatred there.
This I swear.
Come with me.
How happy we will be.
In Shangrila.
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