God saw he was getting tired
And a cure was not to be.
So He put his arms around him
And whispered, "Come with me."
With tear-filled eyes we watched him
fight hard and fade away.
Although we loved him deeply,
We could not make him stay.
A golden heart stopped beating.
Two-little hands put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
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