Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel both 

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth.

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Then took the other 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.

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And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

yet knowing how way leads on the way, 

I doubted if I should ever come back. 

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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 made all the difference. 

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                                                    - Robert Frost

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