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. |
