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God saw you were tired and wanted to leave.
The doctors told your mom that they couldn't save you.
That's when God wrapped His arms around you and whispered : "come with me."

With tearful eyes your mom watched you go. As they watched you pass away, although we love you, we wouldn't make you stay. I would've begged you to please don't go, everyone knew it. They argued who should tell me since they also knew it   would be hard to tell me because we loved each other so.
Your golden heart stopped beating,
Your gentle, yet hard working hands were at rest.
God broke our heart, my heart, just to prove he only takes the best.

God broke our heart, my heart, just to prove he only takes the best

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