God saw 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 we watched him suffer, and saw him fade away;

Although we loved him dearly, we could not make him stay. A golden heart stopped beating, hard-working hands to rest; God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the Best!

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