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She has no fear of failure, she's not bent with broken dreams.
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For the future's just beginning when you're always seventeen
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It was nineteen sixty-one when we went to Washington;
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she put her arms around me and said, "Camelot's begun."
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We listened to his visions of how our land should be;
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we gave him our hearts and minds to send across the sea.
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Nineteen sixty-three, white and black upon the land;
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she brought me to the monuments and made us all join hands.
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And scarcely six months later she held me through the night
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when we heard what had happened in that brutal Dallas light.
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Oh, she is always seventeen;
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she has a dream that she will lend us and a love that we can borrow.
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There is so much joy inside her she will even share her sorrow;
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she's our past, our present, and our promise of tomorrow.
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Oh, truly she's the only hope I've seen, and she is always seventeen.
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It was nineteen sixty-five and we were marching once more
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from the burning cities against a crazy war.
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Memphis, L.A. and Chicago we bled through sixty-eight
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till she took me up to Woodstock saying with love it's not too late.
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We started out the seventies living off the land;
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she was sowing seeds in Denver trying to make me understand
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that mankind is woman and woman is man,
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and until we free each other we cannot free the land.
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Oh, she is always seventeen;
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she has a dream that she will lend us and a love that we can borrow.
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There is so much joy inside her she will even share her sorrow;
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she's our past, our present, and our promise of tomorrow.
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Oh, truly she's the only hope I've seen, and she is always seventeen.
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Nineteen seventy-two, I'm at the end of my rope,
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but she was picketing the White House chanting,
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"The truth's the only hope."
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In nineteen seventy-five when the crooked king was gone
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she was feeding starving children saying the dream must go on.
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she is always seventeen;
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she has a dream that she will lend us and a love that we can borrow.
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There is so much joy inside her she will even share her sorrow;
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she's our past, our present, and our promise of tomorrow.
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Oh, truly she's the only hope I've seen, and she is always seventeen.
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She is Always Seventeen
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Harry Chapin |