God saw you getting tired
And the cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around you
And whispered, "Come to Me."
With tearful eyes we watched you
And saw you pass away.
Although we loved you dearly
We could not make you stay.
That gold heart stopped beating
Hard working hands at rest,
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best!
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