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