Kevin
God saw you getting tired And a cure was not to be. So He put his arms around you And whispered "Come to me." White 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, Hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.

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