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So many beauties in this appealing world The true beauty lies in the beholder's eyes There is beauty in the child's innocence and in mother's love There is beauty in a friend's affection and in a tender heart There is beauty in a pretty smile and caring eyes There is beauty in the morning sun and a rainy day There is beauty in the flaky slow and a pleasant spring There is beauty in the milky moon and the graceful rivers There is beauty in a hard earned victory and a hopeful soul There is beauty in me and beauty in you So many beauties in this spectacular world and its dazzling life And the true beauty lies in the beholder's eyes
two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler long I stood and I looked one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth;
then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, because it was grassy and wanted wear; though as for that the passing there had worn them really about the same;
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads onto way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference.
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