| When I was seventeen, it was a very good year.
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| It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights.
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| We’d hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen.
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| When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year.
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| It was a very good year for city
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| girls who lived up the stairs
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| With perfume hair that came undone
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| when I was twenty-one.
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| When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year.
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| It was a very good year for blue-blooded
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| girls of independent means.
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| We’d ride in limousines. |
| Their chauffeurs
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| would drive when I was thirty-five.
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| But now the days are short, I’m in the |