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God saw you getting tired And a cure was not to be. So He put His arms around you And whispered, "Come follow Me." We sat and watched you suffer And saw you fade away, Although we loved you dearly We could not make you stay. A happy heart stopped beating Gentle hands laid to rest, God broke our hearts that day To prove He only takes the best. |
It's lonesome here without you. We miss you more each day. We don't know how we will get by, Please help us find a way. When days are sad and lonely And everything goes wrong, We seem to hear you whisper, "Cheer up and carryon." Each time we see your
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