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 - 1,200 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”
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