God saw you getting tired When a cure was not to be. So He closed His arms around you And whispered "Come to Me". You didn't deserve what you went through And so He gave you rest. God's Garden must be beautiful, He only takes the best. And when I saw you sleeping So peaceful from the pain I could not wish you back To suffer that again.

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