Wealth ain't just paper, it follows a course.
Birthed from the dirt, where the harvest takes hold,
Or dug from the earth, stories ancient and old.
From fields rich and green, where the sunshine gonna gleam,
To deep underground, da miner's tuff dream.
So next time you be thinking 'bout fortune and gain,
It takes real grit, through sunshine and rain.
The rest?
That's just be re-arrangin'.
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