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While going through a breeze,there comes a light.I think it as food but,It's a trap, it's a trap.I am starving all day,with my hundreds of friends,But the fisher has to just,catch us more and more.There is greed,in the human breed.For their benefit anythingis right, just right.For their lives,we are a matter of dust.As fish, we suffer from hungerWith predators lurking ever stronger.