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Fire and Ice

                                                 By-Robert Frost

  Some say the world will end in fire
  Some say in ice.
  From what I' ve tasted of desire
  I hold with those who favour fire.

     
       
 
  But if it had to perish twice,
  I think I know enough of hate
  To say that for destruction ice
  Is also great
  And would suffice.
 

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