How many steps to yesterday?
To days of sun and clover?
Where is the map to show the way
To restart life fresh over?
How do I cut the years away
To drown what's done in the river?
How to return, where time was new
No briers to choke the future?
Too late, too late, no beckoning
Of mine can change past days
Too soon there'll be a reckoning
Life's footprints won't erase
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