In Shangrila

In Shangrila, the women say,
Their lovers love them every day;
For every day’s a loving day
In Shangrila.

In Shangrila, the men say, too,
Their lover’s love is always new;
They kiss them till they’re kissed all through
In Shangrila.

In Shangrila all lovers give,
Give all the love for which they live,
Till there is nothing left to give
In Shangrila.

In Shangrila life’s happiness
Is singing in each sweet caress;
I’ll be there soon, with my heart’s best,
In Shangrila.

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