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No sleep till Brooklyn
No sleep till Brooklyn Whose<b> woods </font></b>these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his<b> woods </font></b>fill up with snow. My little must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the<b> woods </font></b>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<b> woods </font></b>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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