The choice was mine and mine completely
I could have any prize that I desired
I could burn with the splendor of the brightest fire
Or else, or else I could choose time
Remember, I was very young then
And a year was forever and a day
So what use could fifty, sixty, seventy
I saw the lights and I was on my way
And how I lived, how they shone
But how soon the lights were gone
Oh, my daughter
Oh, my son
Understand what I have done
I smell face giving
I smell face giving
All must be preserved
Still life displayed forever
No less than she deserved
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Money was raised
Money was raised to build

A tomb
A monument to Evita
Only the pedestal was completed
And Evita's body disappeared
For seventeen years
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