When I was seventeen it was a very good year, It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights, We'd hide from the lights on the village green. When I was seventeen...
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When I was twenty-one it was a very good year, It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stair With all that perfumed hair, and it came undone. When I was twenty-one...
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When I was thirty-five it was a very good year, It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls of independent means, We'd ride in limousines, their chauffeurs would drive. When I was thirty-five...
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But now the days are short, I'm in the autumn of the year, And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs, From the brim to the dregs, it poured, sweet and clear. It was a very good year...