The Best

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God saw you were getting tired and a cure was not to be;
So he put his arms around you and said, "Come to me."
With tearful eyes we watched you,
and saw you pass away.
Although we love you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands at rest,
God then proved,
That he only takes the best.

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