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Two roads diverged in a yellow |
| And I could not travel both |
| And be one traveler, I |
| And looked as as I could |
| To it bent in the undergrowth. |
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| took the as just as fair, |
| And having the better |
| Because it was grassy and wanted |
| as for that the passing there |
| Had worn them really the same. |
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| And both that morning lay |
| In leaves step had black. |
| I the first for day! |
| Yet knowing how leads to way, |
| I doubted if I should come |
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| I be a sigh |
| Somewhere ages and ages hence: |
| Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- |
| I the one traveled |
| And that has made all the difference. |