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