A cure was not invented yet
so in a soft whisper a voice
was heard, "come to me",
With tears flowing down our
eyes, you softly went away,
our love for you did not manage
to make you stay. A heart of gold
you were and you decided to
stop beating, your hard working
hands are now still. Our broken
hearts are the message that
only the best are taken away
before their time....
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