when a cure was not to be.
So he closed his arms around you and whispered
“Come to me”.
You do not deserve what you went through,
and so He gave you rest,
God’s garden must be beautiful,
for He only takes the best.
Consolatevi con me, voi tutti
Che mi eravate tanto cari.
Noi ti abbiamo supplicato,
Io Iascio un mondo di dolore,
Per un regno di pace.
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