Two roads crossed in the deep dark woods
Not wishing I knew to travel them both
Leaving to chance which road that I took
The tree's here were tall the bushes were thick
And where they went I had too choose.
Such is life that leads us to chance, I in
This instance shall never sigh, that I,
If I tried to find my way back, the same
Man I'd stay for not looking back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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