My son
Hear the cries of wisdom
For she mourns for us
We have left her
She want us to be together
Do not forsake her call
My son
Hear the values of life
For she teaches wealth
Without her, you have no name
You will always be a game
The world will only hunt for you
My son
Obey the warning of commandent
For she delight the just
And punish the unjust
With her you discipline
Which guides your line
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