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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