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I'll go for it.

I strum my balalaika,

Russians and there instruments....

I strum my balalaika,
serenading my love

I strum my balalaika
serenading my love
for all to hear

I strum my balalaika
serenading my love
for all to hear
for all above

I strum my balalaika
serenading my love
for all to hear
for all above

And for all below as well

OH btw I was kinda thinking of this for the last poem. but SM ruined it... kinda..

In this world
There is so much pain
Genocide is a daily activity
But nothing left to gain.

In this world of deep discord
Where violence is the answer
It might not just be proper
To run like a Dancer
Through the fields to find an answer

When we look to our differences
We find only death
When we look to our salvation
We find that we have none left

So what do we do with a world left to its doom?
Is there anything that we can even do?
It casts upon a foreboding gloom,
Can't help but wonder that there is no hope to renew?

Yeah. That. XD

I strum my balalaika
serenading my love
for all to hear
for all above

And for all below as well
I pour forth my heart

I strum my balalaika
serenading my love
for all to hear
for all above

And for all below as well
I pour forth my heart
To sing to my beautiful belle

I strum my balalaika
serenading my love
for all to hear
for all above

And for all below as well
I pour forth my heart
To sing to my beautiful belle
Pristine flow of my life's art

I strum my balalaika
serenading my love
for all to hear
for all above
And for all below as well
I pour forth my heart
To sing to my beautiful belle
Pristine flow of my life's art

I look at you, you look at me

I strum my balalaika
serenading my love
for all to hear
for all above
And for all below as well
I pour forth my heart
To sing to my beautiful belle
Pristine flow of my life's art

I look at you, you look at me
And we share a silent thought

I strum my balalaika
serenading my love
for all to hear
for all above

And for all below as well
I pour forth my heart
To sing to my beautiful belle
Pristine flow of my life's art

I look at you, you look at me
And we share a silent thought
While the music still plays, beautifully,

strum my balalaika
serenading my love
for all to hear
for all above

And for all below as well
I pour forth my heart
To sing to my beautiful belle
Pristine flow of my life's art

I look at you, you look at me
And we share a silent thought
While the music still plays, beautifully
We are one, toegether eternally.