Original:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down 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,
Method:
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Result:
Two trees are separated from the golden tree
Sorry, but I can not travel
As a tourist I have been standing for a long time
They move away from me
Bowed to the rain.
Then there is another point
Maybe a better comment,
Grass and I want to use;
Even if it’s here
