The best
God saw you were getting tired, and a cure was not to be, so he put his arms around you, and whispered “come with me”
with tearful eyes we watched you as you slowly slipped away, although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay.
a golden heart stopped beating, hard working hands we’re put to rest, god broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.
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