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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, and having perhaps the better claim, because it was grassy and wanted wear; 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 traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀robert frost.
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