Ché:
[last lines]
Ché:
[as he moves through the crowd while Eva's body lies in state]
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, or dazzle, or betray. How she lived, how she shone/ But how soon the lights were gone.
Eva's Dressers:
Eyes, hair, face, image/ All must be preserved/ Still life displayed forever/ No less than she deserved.
[Ché makes his way back into the crowd, but not before he and Perón make one brief, wordless moment of eye contact]
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