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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; |
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| He will not see me stopping here |
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| To watch his woods fill up with snow. |
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| My little horse must think it queer |
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| To stop without a farmhouse near |
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| Between the woods and frozen lake |
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| The darkest evening of the year. |
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| He gives his harness bells a shake |
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| To ask if there is some mistake. |
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| The only other sound's the sweep |
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| Of easy wind and downy flake. |
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| The woods are lovely, dark and deep. |
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| But I have promises to keep, |
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| And miles to go before I sleep, |
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| And miles to go before I sleep. |
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