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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;
For it was grassy and wanted wear
And 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 saved 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 makes all the difference