"God saw you getting tired And a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around you And whispered, "Come to me". A golden heart stopped beating. Hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best. God knows you had to leave us But you didn't go alone. For part of us went with you The day He took you home. To some you are forgotten. To other just part of the past. But to us who loved and lost you The memory will always last."

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