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God saw you 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, we watched
you fade away.
Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hard working
hands put to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful for He only picks the best.
You left us precious memories, your love is
still our guide.
And though we cannot see you, you are always by our side.
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