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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 all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty one
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
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
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
