I cannot stand to be corrected,
My heart is far too proud,
With every thought that is rejected,
My anger cries aloud.
I wish my pride were not so strong,
Or rather, that I were never wrong.
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I cannot stand to be corrected,
My heart is far too proud,
With every thought that is rejected,
My anger cries aloud.
I wish my pride were not so strong,
Or rather, that I were never wrong.