THE LATE HAPPINESS G. NAKAJUMO
God saw that you were getting tired,A cure was not to be. So He put His arms around you and whispered, "Come with Me." With tearful eyes, we watched you suffer, And saw you fade away. Although we loved you dearly,We could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating,Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes "the best".
In our hearts will keep you forever till we meet again!


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