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Written by Robert Frost on January 1, 1916
Arranged by Leah Malinowski on February 18, 2013
Published in Issue 007

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 layin’ 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

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i took the one less traveled by and that has made all the difference