My God
I go with you to the sea
Everyday
And I don't like what i see in the sea
And neither you
All the fisherman are after the sharks
They cut their fins of
And they throw the sharks back in the water
They use the shark fins in soups at the restaurants
To me and God
That is a disgrace to life
And that is a cruel death to the sharks
That lives in the sea
Don't we know?
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