Now you are Cleopatre and I
I am Anthony
And the things that we see in each other
Are like Asp milk, so cloudy
We neither know the other
And yet both are in love with the love
The jar has been spilt over
And the river runs red with blood
Below There are no disguises
You wear your empress' gown
And I throw over my shoulder
The mane of a lion I pulled down
The African sun is rising
And the sand gets in my eyes
There is another storm on the the horizon
And it will be upon us by the sunrise
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