And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around you
And whispered "Come with Me."
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer
And saw you pass away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating
Laying loving hands to rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
And a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around you
And whispered "Come with Me."
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer
And saw you pass away.
Although we loved you dearly,
We could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating
Laying loving hands to rest
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
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