Verse 0ne.
That was the summer that followed the spring,
Sad anniversary of a thousand old things,
I was letting them go.
The words of Colette amd a strange new perfume,
We're blinded to the beauty in our own lives,
But I was taking all that I could get,
For five or six hours in the month of July,
The summer I read Colette.
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And I found Paris one hundred years late,
Colette is sleeping in Pere Lachaise,
My ear to the stone,
I could hear her saying 'Nous nous reveillons'
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