God saw you getting tired
and a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you
and whispered, "Come to me."
With tearful eyes we watched you
and saw you pass away.
Although we loved you dearly
we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
hardworking hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the best.
Xinister Ki Community Member 
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