The question in your mind is how sincere
My new contrition is of what I've done;
I think you cannot think that anyone
Could have remained in mind and conscience clear
Free from all doubt, and from its cousin fear,
Having at any point even begun
The things I did, and that such deeds must stun
Even the brave lest conscience disappear,
And so you think I must be honest. Yet,
A part of you would like to think regret
Would be more humble and less proud. In me,
Therefore, you see what you would most forget:
That true contrition need not always be
Attractive, or that consciences can flee.
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