Лезли Крэбтри (Leslie Crabtree)
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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  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.  
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