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  • «We went into a doorway
    To a run-down bar beneath the ground,
    To a place that the sun has never been.

    Coming in from the day
    To the darkness and the shadows,
    The feeble lights could not dispel the gloom.
    Slowly making our way,
    We found an empty table.
    The winter seemed to live inside this room.

    This Copenhagen tavern:
    A run-down bar beneath the ground,
    A place that the sun has never seen.

    Like a frail figurine,
    She walked between the tables
    With a vacant look and thinly braided hair.
    She was all of sixteen,
    Straight from a Dickens fable,
    She was pleading for some money
    For her fare


    Lyrics by Kari Bremnes, from the album «Norwegian Moods»

    Image created together with Kristian as a part of the Bowtie project at
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