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