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God saw you getting tired,
when a cure was not to be.
He closed his arms around you,
and whispered "come to me".
In tears we saw you sinking,
we watched you fade away.
Our hearts were almost broken,
you fought so hard to stay.
But when we saw you sleeping,
so peacefully from pain.
We could not wish you back,
to suffer so again.
So keep Your arms around him Lord,
and give him special care.
Make up for all that he suffered
And all that seemed unfair!
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