I've Rolled with the punches, fallen at the kicks,
exalted with the stabbing, beaten with a stick.
I've flown above the clouds, and saw the pretty blue,
felt the need to love, and knew the way to lose
ALL IN ALL, It Was A Very Good Year
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
I've Rolled with the punches, fallen at the kicks,
exalted with the stabbing, beaten with a stick.
I've flown above the clouds, and saw the pretty blue,
felt the need to love, and knew the way to lose
ALL IN ALL, It Was A Very Good Year
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