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"
Josephine
– Tori Amos
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