Eva:
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 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...

The choice was mine, and no one else's
I could have the millions at my feet
Give my life to the 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 who loved me, the more loved I'd be
That such things could not be multiplied
Oh my daughter!
Oh my son!
Understand what I have done...
Che:
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 grow cold
That the stars would not allow her to grow old...
But I, I will tell them all

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

(ringing bells)