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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 travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

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