Music A melody flows through the room, A softly whistled folksy tune. A foot starts tapping on the floor, The short-one Polska becomes more. A boy picks up his mandolin, His swift plucking chiming in, With the whistled melody, In warm and gentle harmony. A violinist strokes her strings, Softly through the room it rings. And I can't help but start to sing. It's such a liberating thing, Playing music with my friends. I hope this feeling never ends!
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