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God saw that he
was getting tired
And a cure was not to be.
So He put His
arms around him
And whispered, "Come with Me."
With tearful
eyes, in silence
We saw him fade away.
Although we loved
him dearly,
We could not make him stay.
A golden heart
stopped beating,
Hard working hands laid to rest.
God broke our
hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
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