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⭐ Feliz Navidad y Prospero Año Nuevo⭐
3 sheeps is what I need to be able to rest
From this ditch I uncover with a sword in my hand
Manipulating my terrain, looking out to my sides
And I find a strange growl, particular, rare and vile
When I look into the side, i've come across a zombie
Attacking it, tearing it apart, dropped flesh and dissapeared
I looked forward and it surprised me
I climb hills I get dazed, it's cloudy to be in which I sink
Two, three trees that I put together, I have broken them with my fists
I tear it apart with my nails and I destroy the design
Twelve blocks of wood from two logs
They are the fruit of my harvest, my amazement has conceived it
Shadows of darkness have begun their count
With tenacious skill I make a crafting table
My hours are numbered, I must hurry
Prisoner of loneliness I presume that something is wrong
I won't get bad blood, I'll create my tools
I will dig, I will chop and I will build my shelter
My horizon was devastated by the watchful moon
Before leaving I must sleep, there is nothing that can save me
I need something comfortable, I mean a bed
I'd rather take a risk and go out than sleep on the floor.