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The choice was mineand mine completely
I could have any prize that I desired
I could burn with the splendor of the brightest fire
Or elseor else I could choose time
Remember I was very young then
And a year was forever and a day
So what use could fiftysixtyseventy be?
I saw the lightsand I was on my way
And how I livedhow they shone
But how soon the lights were gone
(Che:)
The choice was yours and noone else's
You can cry for a body in despair
Hang your head because she is no longer there
To shineto dazzleor betray
How she livedhow she shone
But how soon the lights were gone
(Embalmers:)
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All must be preserved
Still life displayed forever
No less than she deserved.
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