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 I watched you
And saw you pass away.
Although I loved you dearly,
I could not make you stay.
A Golden Heart stopped beating,
Hard Working Hands at rest.
God broke my heart to prove to me,
He only ... takes the best.
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