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Sep. 2, 2005

Frank Sinatra & Robbie Williams - It Was A Very Good Year

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 chaffeurs 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 older kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year