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Well, actually the correct version of this poem sounds like this:
God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be.
So He wrapped his arms around you,
and whispered, "Come to me".
You didn't deserve what you went through,
So He gave you rest.
God's garden must be beautiful,
He only takes the best
And when I saw you sleeping,
So peaceful and free from pain
I could not wish you back
To suffer that again
Sweden (and whole world) lost such a great singer! Damn...
Well I must to say that you: Martin, Peter and Eric, are so talented guys, so I think you should keep doing what you were doing with Dave - keep singing, playing, touring. Don't stop!!
Greets from Lithuania!