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Robert Frost - Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
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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
	To watch his woods fill up with snow.
	
	My little horse must think it queer
	To stop without a farmhouse near
	Between the woods and frozen lake
	The darkest evening of the year.
	
	He gives his harness bells a shake
	To ask if there is some mistake.
	The only other sound`s the 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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