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Oh... Robert Frost
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long as 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
Having perhaps the better claim
'Cause it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by
And that's made all the difference to me
And both that morning equally lay
In 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
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by
And that's made all the difference to me
Hello
I just did this poetry thing
I don't know, it's, it's like... just take it for a poem, okay?
Don't expect any... it's a Robert Frost poem
And it's really hard to sing
