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You are sixteen, going on seventeen, Baby, it's time to think! Better beware, be canny and careful, Baby, you're on the brink!
I'm as corny as Kansas in August.
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud, or a robin on the wing, But I feel so gay in a melancholy way that it might as well be spring.
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