My dear, first and only Josephine, away from you there's more joy away from you, the world is a desert where I remain alone without the sweetness to trust.
Tu me private than of the, you're the only one thinking of my vita.Se are taken from my commitments, if I fear for their outcome, if men disgusted me, if they are willing to amledire life, I his hand on my heart: you beat your portrait, the look and love for me is my absolute happiness at all times, except the time I saw away from my lover .....
Living through Josephine, here's the story of my life ...
Napoleon
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