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 I shone
But how soon the lights were gone

The choice was mine and no one else's
I could have the millions at my feet
Give my life to people I might never meet
Or else, to children of my own

Remember I was very young then
Thought I needed the numbers on my side
Thought the more that loved me, the more loved I'd be
But such things cannot be multiplied
Oh my daughter, oh my son
Understand what I have done

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

Money was raised and a tomb was built
A monument to Evita
Only the pedestal was completed
And Evita's body disappeared for seventeen years

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Writer(s): ANDREW LLOYD WEBBER, TIM RICE