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*Whose woods these are I think I know,
his house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here,
his house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here,
to watch his woods fill up with snow.
...
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.*
-- Robert Frost --
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