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The Clothes Of Our Mothers

The clothes of our mothers
Smell good in the wardrobes
Lavander and outdoors
It's beautiful just seeing them...
 
The clothes of my mother
Are whiter than white than white
Even when we were kids
She made sure of that
 
And under our round bellies, will we be the daughters of our mothers?
Who dealt with everything in an exemplary way...
 
In the houses of our mothers
Everything is perfectly in its place
We drink in pretty glasses
There are flowers on the tables...
 
In the backyards of our mothers
There are flowers hanging down
There are roses, primroses, linen and wisteria
 
And under our round bellies, will we be the daughters of our mothers?
Who dealt with everything in an exemplary way...
 
In the gardens of our mothers
There are always too many vegetables
They give us food in Tupperwares
And we bring them back home, that's tradition
 
In the hands of our mothers
There are lines and stories
That are still mysteries to us
Even though we'd like to know...
 
And under our round bellies, will we be the daughters of our mothers?
Who dealt with everything in an exemplary way...
And under our round bellies, will we be the daughters of our mothers?
Who dealt with everything...I don't know if...I could do it
 
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Le linge de nos mères

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