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THE TOLERATOR
FROM time to time
I have laid my heart bare before you
And you did not like it.
So I must point out to you
It is my heart, not yours.
My wrongness, perhaps,
Is dearer to me
Than your rightness.
Yet you must not think
That when I disagree with you
I dislike you.
On the contrary:
I love you for having ideas of your own.
I know how you came to have those ideas,
And they are precious to you.
