Here are the items I'm looking for:
* any audio / video of Evita not included in my collection* audio / video of Evita owned by me in better quality* specific wants:
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WISHLIST |
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!
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 can not be multiplied
Oh my daughter! Oh my son!
Understand what I have done!
***
The choice was yours and no one else's
You can cry for a body in despair
Hang your head because she is no longer there
To shine, to dazzle, or betray
Or else, or else you could be grateful
Once the flesh and the fantasy are cold
That her stars did not allow her to grow old
But I, I will tell you what to say
How she lived, how she shone
But how soon the lights were gone
***
Eyes, hair, face, image
All must be preserved
Still life displayed forever
No less than she deserved
***
Money was raised and tomb was built, a monument to Evita.
Only the pedestal was completed and Evita's body disappeared
for seventeen years.
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!
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 can not be multiplied
Oh my daughter! Oh my son!
Understand what I have done!
***
The choice was yours and no one else's
You can cry for a body in despair
Hang your head because she is no longer there
To shine, to dazzle, or betray
Or else, or else you could be grateful
Once the flesh and the fantasy are cold
That her stars did not allow her to grow old
But I, I will tell you what to say
How she lived, how she shone
But how soon the lights were gone
***
Eyes, hair, face, image
All must be preserved
Still life displayed forever
No less than she deserved
***
Money was raised and tomb was built, a monument to Evita.
Only the pedestal was completed and Evita's body disappeared
for seventeen years.