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Two roads diverged in a wood,
And sorry I could not both
And be one traveler, long I
And looked one as far as I could
To it bent in the undergrowth;

Then the other, as just as fair,
And perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wear;
Though as for that the passing
Had worn really about the same,

And both that morning lay
In leaves no step had black.
Oh, I kept the first for day!
Yet how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should come back.

I shall be telling this a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages
Two roads in a wood, and I
I the one less traveled by,
And has made all the difference.