The Love of Mathilde
She has a dream, a pioneering dream
Like it always been as clever she is
The journey she has taken, massive, richness, profound truth
She realized a thing
For God loves the poor
And because she has a dream
An agape kind of dream
That nobody can't buy
Like the Most High
There she found treatment of her yearnings
Not to deprive but to fill the contentment
Love is the gift she needed
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