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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.
The only other sounds 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.