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. 　
　　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. 　
　　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. 　
　　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. 　
　　euthanasia is one of society's most widely and hotly debated moral issues. it 　
has pained and exhausted the courts for entir

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