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When a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped His arms around you,
And whispered, "Come, come to Me".
You didn't deserve what you went through,
So He gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only picks the very best.
And when I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain,
I could not wish you back,
To suffer that again.
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God bless,
Betsy, Missing Major Havoc
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