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709 B
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21 lines
709 B
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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
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