God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So He puts His arms around you and whispered \"come to me.\" With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, God broke our hearts to prove to us, he only takes the best.
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