God saw that she was getting tired,
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arm around her,
And whispered. "Come with Me."
With tearful eyes we watched her suffer,
And saw her fade away.
Although we loved her dearly,
We could not make her 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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