God saw you were getting tired, and a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around you, and whispered, "come live with me." With tearful eye I watched you, and saw you pass away.
Although I loved you dearly, I could not make you stay. Your golden heart stopped beating, your hard working hands at rest. God broke my heart to prove to me, he only takes the best. God will love you and keep you until we meet someday.
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