Summer is hot, Winter is better There are still ships and cormorants As long as you still have food on the table, Don't you worry The world is still out there At 17. Everything glitters And there's not enough time There are no impediments There're no enemies. Look for a blackbird out there in a tree And there's nobody who doesn't want To be 17. Look out the window There's cream on the rooftops. The city awaits with ice in the chestnuts. I'm not writing letters, away as I'm always Yet you should love me because from now on You're 17.
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