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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 to me”.
With tearful eyes we watched
you and saw you slip away, and
although we loved you dearly,
we could not make you stay
A golden heart stopped beating,
hard working hands at rest. God
broke our heats to prove to us,
He only takes the best.

Love you Opa!