Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both,
But be one traveller, long I stood,
And looked down one as far as I could,
To where it bent in the under growth;
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps a Better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Through as for that the passing there,
had worn them really about the same.
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