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Rosa called me up, and gave me the news That our best friend Becky Wasn't coming home anymore I didn't know what to say, how could it be true? That she's gone ahead And none of us were ready We never needed to have anyplace to go A warm summer night to waste A tank of gas And pack of smokes Sat alone and confused on the waterfront With twenty up and one set aside I'll breath the taste of those summer nights And think... Rebekah, Rebekah Why did you have to go away? When all of us down here were hoping you'd stay (A little longer) I sit back and wonder, can you see me from where you are? You won't be forgotten You're so very close And deep in our hearts Dedicated to Rebekah Ann Flory December 8, 1977 to September 21, 1999 From Letras Mania