TWO roads diverged in a
yellow wood, |
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And sorry I could not travel
both |
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And be one traveler, long I
stood |
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And looked down one as far as
I could |
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To where it bent in the
undergrowth; |
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Then took the other, as just
as fair, |
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And having perhaps the better
claim, |
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Because it was grassy and
wanted wear; |
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Though as for that the
passing there |
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Had worn them really about
the same, |
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And both that morning equally
lay |
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In leaves no step had trodden
black. |
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Oh, I kept the first for
another day! |
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Yet knowing how way leads on
to way, |
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I doubted if I should ever
come back. |
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I shall be telling this with
a sigh |
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Somewhere ages and ages
hence: |
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Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I— |
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I took the one less traveled
by, |
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And that has made all the
difference ~Robert Frost |