i'm getting concerned.

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23. Miles To Go Before You Sleep

Groundhawg, oh Groundhawg
Please do not be so concerned
As damning as it might be, you

Need not be concerned and you
Need not believe a single word
Nope, we shall not alert anyone

As to your plight this dark night
However, you might consider
A few words by 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.