Not tonight josephine. In an army's strength therein Lies the denouement. From Here you're haunting me. By The Seine so beautiful, only Not to be of use - impossible. So strange, victory- 1200 spires The only sound, moscow burning. Empty like the Tuileries. Like a dream Vienna seems, only not to be of use - impossible. In the last extremity -- to Advance or not to advance- I Hear you laughing Even still you're calling me "not tonight, not tonight Not tonight" Josephine
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