Michael Cook
I was 25 when I did this. I think I may have been a bit depressed.
It was based on Robert Frost's poem.
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.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
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