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by Raven Lynn Dec 1, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
God saw that you were getting tired, and a cure was no to be... So God stretched out his heavenly arms, and whispered, "Come with me." So now a golden heart stops beating, and working hands now rest... God broke our hearts to show us all, he only takes the best. I LOVE YOU GRANDMA!