God saw you were getting tired and a cure was not meant to be.
So he put his arms around you and whispered, "Come with me."
With tearful eyes we watched you as we saw you pass away.
Although we loved your deeply, we could not make you stay.
Your golden heart stop beating, hard-working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best...
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