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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening |
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Whose woods these are I think I know |
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His house is in the village though |
| He will not see me stopping here |
| To watch his woods fill with snow |
| My little horse must think it queer |
| To stop without farmhouse near |
| Between the woods and the frozen lake |
| Between the woods and the frozen lake |
| The darkest evening of the year |
| He gives his harness bell a shake |
| To ask if there's some mistake |
| The only other sound's sweep |
| Of easy wind and downy flake |
| The woods are lovely, dark and deep |
| But I have promises to keep |
| And miles to go before I sleep |
| And miles to go before I sleep |
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--- Robert Frost |
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