| 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; | |
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| [...] |
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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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| [...] |
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| Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— | |
| I took the one less traveled by, | |
| And that has made all the difference. |
