God saw that she was getting weak
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 fading away.
Although we loved her dearly
we couldn't make her stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands are at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove,
He only takes the best.
- Unknown
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