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Post by Julie on May 8, 2005 10:37:00 GMT -5
Josephine
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"
Josephine
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