Lowland Hum
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I bathe in light and watch the steam whispering
perfect milky porcelain
It is not me,
my pressed down soul
Henri, Henri,
through you I see
A mother's love, no room for me
I gave my sons all that I had
One flew on home, life's bitter seed
The other broke, never a man
He paints me now,
my pressed down soul
Henri, Henri,
through you I see
A mother's love, no room for me
He paints the gleam of china fine,
the hue of day a sharp white wine
Green lungs that breathe outside my door,
my pressed down soul