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God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He put his arms around you and He whispered come to me. With tearful eyes I watched you, and saw you pass away. Although I loved you dearly, I couldn't 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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