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![]() | ![]() Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both | ![]() And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could | ![]() To where it bent in the undergrowth; | ![]() Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; |
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![]() Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, | ![]() 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. | ![]() 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 traveled by, And that has made all the difference. | ![]() |
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