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.