• God saw you getting tired,
    And a cure was not to be,
    So he put his arms around her
    And whispered "Come to me."
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    With tearful eyes we watched you,
    And saw you pass away,
    Although we loved you dearly
    We could not make you stay.
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    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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