| "Afar off, the towers of Florence. And she wandered as though in a dream... through the wavering, golden sea of barley... touched with crimson stains of poppies. | |
| "And I saw the woman dressed in crimson and in scarlet." | |
| "As the crimson sea did run" "I heard you say, my dove" | |
| "Burnt by the sun" "As the crimson sea did run" | |
| "Burnt by the sun" "As the crimson sea did run..." | |
| "Afar off, the towers of Florence. And she wandered as though in a dream... through the wavering, golden sea of barley... touched with crimson stains of poppies. | |
| "And I saw the woman dressed in crimson and in scarlet." | |
| "As the crimson sea did run" "I heard you say, my dove" | |
| "Burnt by the sun" "As the crimson sea did run" | |
| "Burnt by the sun" "As the crimson sea did run..." | |
| With purples and golds and crimsons and scarlets and carmines. | |
| With purples and golds and crimsons and scarlets and carmines. | |
| These red roses Are crimsoned with blood | |
| I turn, wiping a sad, soft, salt tear from my crimsoning cheek, as I request and require our disastrously lovely guest units to tell me what is, and will be, their choice of farewell cocktail this evening. | |
| These red roses Are crimsoned with blood | |
| I turn, wiping a sad, soft, salt tear from my crimsoning cheek, as I request and require our disastrously lovely guest units to tell me what is, and will be, their choice of farewell cocktail this evening. | |
