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The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 marked 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.Robert Frost
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One Too Many Mornings
Down the street the dogs are barking
And the day is getting dark
As the night comes in a-falling
The dogs’ll lose their bark
And the silent night will shatter
From the sounds inside my minds
For I’m one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind.From the crossroads of my doorstep
My eyes start to fade
As I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid
And I gaze back to the street
The sidewalk and the sign
One too many mornings
And a thousand mile behind.It’s a restless hungry feeling
That don’t mean no one no good
When everything I’m saying
You can say it just as good
You’re right from your side
I’m right from mine
We’re both just too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind.zimma man
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