Sorry I just like to spice things up here. I hope no one mind.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
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His house is in the village though;3
He will not see me stopping here4
To watch his woods fill up with snow.5
My little horse must think it queer6
To stop without a farmhouse near7
Between the woods and frozen lake8
The darkest evening of the year.9
He gives his harness bells a shake10
To ask if there is some mistake.11
The only other sound's the sweep12
Of easy wind and downy flake.13
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.14
But I have promises to keep,15
And miles to go before I sleep,16
And miles to go before I sleep.
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