God saw you were 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, and saw you pass away. Although, we loved you dearly we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating. Hardworking hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best.
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