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