Not tonight Josephine
In an army's strength
Therein lies the denouemnet
From here you've haunting me
By the seine so beautiful
Only not ot be of use
Impossible
So strange
Victory - 1,200 spires
Th only sound
Moscow turning
Empth like the Tuileries
Like a dream
Vienna seems
Only not to be of use
Impossible
In the last extrmity
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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