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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;
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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