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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
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
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Doesn't the beat sound like a marching drum? Does to me.