Now is the winter of my discontent.
My debtors cannot pay me what they owe
If I had known the facts that I now know
I would not have lent the cash they have spent
They say they do not know just where it went
A poor excuse that is no use to me
I am not taken in so easily
To me it’s very clearly evident.
Though they may have borrowed with good intent
Circumstances have changed in such a way.
That now they cannot pay the interest.
Because of some failed experiment.
I find it most unfair they can’t repay.
The capital which I chose to invest.
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