It was a very good year 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 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 perfumed hair That came undone When I was twenty-one When he was thirty-five It was a very good year It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls Of independent means They'd ride in limousines Their chauffeurs would drive When he was thirty-five But now the days are short He's in the autumn of the year And now he think of his 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
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