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God saw that you were getting tired,
And cure was not to be,
So He put his arms around you,
And whispered "Come to Me,"
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer,
And saw you fade away,
Although we loved you dearly,
We knew you could not stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Working hands were put to rest,
God broke our hearts to prove,
He only takes the best.
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