She sits, wicker basket held on her knee
Lost is the love that was never to be
Plans made, dreams dreamt beneath an almond tree
All came to naught when Rome forced her to flee
Forlorn lover follows the hand fate dealt.
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Anthony by his own hand is no more
And Cleopatra will join with him soon
Two lovers together on that far shore
Forever as one beneath a silver moon
Alone she must follow, enter deaths door
