Eva:   the choice was mine and mine completely   i could have any prize that i desired   i could burn with the splendour of the brightest fire   or else, or else i could choose time   remember i was very young then   and the year was forever and a day   so what use could 50, 60, 70 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      (instrumental)      Che:   the choice was yours and no one else's   you can cry forever in despair   hang your head because she's no longer there   to shine, to dazzle, or betray   how she lived, how she shone   but how soon the lights were gone.      (instrumental)      beauticians:   eyes, hair, face, image   all must be preserved   still life displayed forever   no less than she deserved      (ringing bells)