So he put his arms around you and whispered,
"come to me". A golden heart stopped beating hard working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us he only takes the best,
if roses grow in heaven please pick a bunch for me .
Place them in my grandmothers arms and tell her there from me.
Tell her that i love and miss her and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek.
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