EVA
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 be?
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!
(The moment EVA dies, EMBALMERS move in to
preserve her fragile body)
EMBALMERS
Eyes, hair, face, image
All must be preserved
Still life displayed forever
No less than she deserved
CHE
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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