Lament lyrics

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...

Eyes, hair, face, image
All must be preserved
Still life displayed forever
No less than she deserved

Money was raised to build a tomb, a monument to Evita. Only the pedestal was completed, and Evita's body disappeared...for seventeen years