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Verse 1
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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Verse 2
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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Verse 3
Then 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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Verse 4
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
