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- Does not wisdom call, And understanding lift up her voice?
- On top of the heights beside the way, Where the paths meet, she takes her stand;
- Beside the gates, at the opening to the city, At the entrance of the doors, she cries out:
- "To you, O men, I call, And my voice is to the sons of men.
- "O naive ones, understand prudence; And, O fools, understand wisdom.
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