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God saw she was getting tired,
and a cure was not to be;
So he put His arms 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!
Ramblnmom
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