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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