Frank Sinatra - It Was A Very Good Year When I was seventeenIt was a very good yearIt was a very good year for small town girlsAnd soft summer nightsWe'd hide from the lightsOn the village greenWhen I was seventeenWhen I was twenty-oneIt was a very good yearIt was a very good year for city girlsWho lived up the stairWith all that perfumed hairAnd it came undoneWhen I was twenty-oneWhen I was thirty-fiveIt was a very good yearIt was a very good year for blue-blooded girlsOf independent meansWe'd ride in limousinesTheir chauffeurs would driveWhen I was thirty-fiveBut now the days grow shortI'm in the autumn of the yearAnd now I think of my life as vintage wineFrom fine old kegsFrom the brim to the dregsAnd it poured sweet and clearIt was a very good yearIt was a mess of good years
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