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Chapter 10
Wall of Life
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
(Robert Frost)
Those woods these are I think I know
His bouse is in the village, though
He will not see me stopping bere
To watch his woods fill up with snow
My little borse 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 hamess 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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