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When I Emwas seventeen iFt was a very good year
It was Ema very good year
For Gsmall town giFrls and soft summer nights
WeE'd hide from the lights
On tDhe village green wEhen I was seventeen
When I wEmas twentyone, itF was a very good year
It was Ema very good year
For Gcity girls wFho lived up the stair
WiEth perfumed hair
ThaDt came undone, whEen I was twenty-one
When I wEmas thirty-five Fit was a very good year
It was Ema very good year
ForG blue blooded gFirls of independant means
We'Ed ride in limousines
Their cDhauffeurs would drive whEen I was thirty-five
But now tEmhe days are short, FI'm in the autumn of the year
And nEmow I think of my life
As vGintage wine frFom the old kegs
From tEhe brim to the dregs
It pouredD sweet and clearE, it was a very good year
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