The Debt by Paul Laurence Dunbar
This is the debt I pay Just for one riotous day, Years of regret and grief, Sorrow without relief. Pay it I will to the end -- Until the grave, my friend, Gives me a true release -- Gives me the clasp of peace. Slight was the thing I bought, Small was the debt I thought, Poor was the loan at best -- God! but the interest!
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