Above my brow they wave to me
A cautionary tale
As soldiers guarding gates of gold
Stand strong behind a veil
They mark the days and ways gone by
They're crumbs along the path
As earmarked signs of work and time
The effort put forth I hath
To cover them might be a shame
A mask might keep them hid
They show themselves for not I can
Turn years back to when they're rid
For days gone by are worthy foes
And days before hold promise
The soldiers call for reinforcements
To light the path before us
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