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  title: Snowy Evening
  note: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
  author: Robert Frost
  who: Poet
  year: 1922
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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.

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      - 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.

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      - 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.

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      - 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.