when I was seventeen< thirty-nine, it was a very good year – it was a very good year for small town girls sallow thorn and soft summer nights days. we I’d hide from the lights on the village green find me a place close a western shoreline, when I was seventeen thirty-nine
but and now the days grow short light. I’m in the autumn harvest 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 poureds sweet and clear. it was is a very good year. it was a mess of good years
e.drake
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10. februar 2006
GAGA NIELSEN 
Dieses Lied mag ich sehr gerne. Ich hoffe doch, Sie haben die Version von Sinatra und nicht den Williamsabklatsch.
Wenn Sie jetzt schon ernten, müssen Sie aber eine Menge dafür gearbeitet haben…