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God saw you getting tired,
and a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you,
and wispered 'come to me.'
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer,
and saw you fall away.
Although we could not bare to lose you,
we could not ask you to stay.
A golden heart stopped beating.
Hard working hands laid to rest.
God borke our hearts to prove to us.
That he only takes the best.