God saw you getting tired,
and a cure was not to be,
so he put his arms around you,
and whispered, “come to me”
With tearful eyes, we watched you go
and saw you fade away
and although we love you dearly
we could not make you stay
A golden heart stopped beating
hard working hands at rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
he only takes the best
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