Humans are moving softly,
And the turtles are biting calmly
The fish are looking for food,
Where nobody is rude,
Just as long as nobody harms,
Where there are no farms,
Shells can block,
As hard as rock,
Some going up for air,
Just a place where nothing can be rare.
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