God saw you getting tired When God saw you getting tired And a cure was not to be He put his arms around you And whispered come to me He didn't like what you went through And he gave you rest His garden must be beautiful He only takes the best And when we saw you sleeping So peaceful and free from pain We wouldn't wish you back To suffer that again Today we say goodbye And as you take your final rest That garden must be beautiful Because you are one of the best.

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I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.