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- Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stood
- And looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth;
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- Then took the other, just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,
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- Because it was grassy and wanted wear;Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,
- And both that morning equally layIn 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 sighSomewhere 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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