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| Road leading to northern Marinduque. |
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
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And sorry I could not travel both
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And be one traveler, long I stood
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And looked down one as far as I
could
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To where it bent in the
undergrowth;
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| Guisian. Defining the character of a scenic barangay. |
Then took the other, as just as
fair,
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And having perhaps the better
claim,
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Because it was grassy and wanted
wear;
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Though as for that the passing
there
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Had worn them really about the
same,
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| Paye in Mogpog. Reflecting a people's self-image. |
And both that morning equally lay
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In leaves no step had trodden
black.
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Oh, I kept the first for another
day!
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Yet knowing how way leads on to
way,
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I doubted if I should ever come
back.
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| Just one of Sayao's vast range of landscapes. |
I shall be telling this with a
sigh
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Somewhere ages and ages hence:
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and
I—
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I took the one less traveled by,
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And that has made all the
difference.
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