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Once there are tales that are told,

A thought came to me

I'll find our tribe some gold so they'll be happy.

Once I was thinking 'bout gold.

It was a poor tough life,

Our hearts are getting weaker,and

Dreaming one day we get the riches and no more we'll suffer,

For our meals we're eating seeds or drinking bitter liquor,

Never rich, and some just starve to keep this steady figure.

Once I was dreaming about gold

My brother told me,

"Don't go down to the mine, it will be risky."

Once I was dreaming about gold.

I knew about the mine, of all the dangers against me,

So I started crafting swords, prepared to fight the zombies,

An ore that is so shiny will always motivate me,

'Cause only those that really care will ever really worry.

Once I was sent to find gold,

My quest was foretold,

I'll go by morning sun although I'm lonely.

Once I was sent to find gold.

Now onward to my goal, hope this won't end in failure,

Even though with worst equipment I still fear no creeper.

A wooden sword with me, at least in my favor,

And if I don't make it back to home I hope they grant me honor.

Once I was mining for gold,

My story got told,

I was taking almost everything I saw before me.

Once I was mining for gold.

Soon I'll be hoarding these gold,

Past through the stronghold,

I've traveled under the mine and no more roaming.

Soon I'll be hoarding these gold.

Time to build up a new life,

Brother is excited to see me,

Now we can make up a new home and I can tell them stories,

All of my tribe are with me, time to feel a life so pretty,

All these tracks that I left behind -maybe rich- I feel worried.

Soon we'll be trading this gold,

For walls to protect everyone

Remember life and now our life becomes a safer one,

But some mobs felt the envy,

'Cause our tribe was so poor once,

I hope my village will survive when the mobs start their hunt.

Soon they'll be stealing our gold,

With their undead hearts so cold,

And we don't have a lot of weapons for an army.

Soon they'll be stealing our gold.

Soon they'll be stealing our gold,

Bodies dropped down to the cold

And I can't save my tribe from this raid, I'm so sorry.

Soon they'll be stealing our gold.

Once I was mining for gold,

A thought came to me

I'll find our tribe some gold so we'll be happy,

Once I was mining for gold.

Once I was mining for gold.

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