[00:32.57]Silence drawing the crowd
[00:38.09]Surely you would have known
[00:42.24]Never could have read it aloud
[00:47.93]Woven webs cover the walls
[00:53.41]Wine stains on the floor
[00:57.02]Of the Oslo novelist now
[01:02.31]Come tomorrow this will all be gone
[01:10.83]Finally nothing to say
[01:18.37]More empty words on the page
[01:30.09]Pour a glass all the ribbons are dry
[01:33.46]Raise a toast for the novelist tonight
[02:03.99]Sun down fell, starting to wake
[02:09.59]Tragedy at a time
[02:13.81]Getting later and later every day
[02:19.37]Words in lines, alight
[02:24.34]Can't decide, how to make this end any other way
[02:33.66]Come tomorrow this will all be gone
[02:42.52]Finally nothing to say
[02:49.84]More empty words on the page
[03:01.36]Pour a glass all the ribbons are dry
[03:04.88]Raise a toast for the novelist tonight
[03:15.70]Come tomorrow this will all be gone
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