God saw you getting tired, a cure was not to be, He put his arms around you and whispered, "come to me". With tearful eyes we watched you suffer and slowly fade away, even though we loved you deeply, we could not make you stay. A heart of gold stopped beating, working hands were put to rest, God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best.

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