Wants

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, that more loved I'd be. But such things cannot 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's no longer there, to shine, to dazzle, to betray. Or else, or else you could be grateful. Once the flash 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!