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Note: Norwegians are proud of many things, but above all, they are endlessly proud of Sissel Kyrkjebø, the Voice of Norway!  International singer.
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I live in a deserted chapel, 
Buffeted and corroded by harsh winds,
And yet to me it is a godsend haven
Away from hazards of fellow men.
Dry from incessant downpours
But cold and damp and forlorn,
I rest in a forsaken sheltered corner,
As my thoughts linger on you.
For I can never forget you
Though you prefer me no more.
 
Instinctively I rise from my sad corner
Hobble towards the broken altar,
There I light a candle small
In loving memory of you.
Its feeble light shines wanly
A lonely shadow it throws 
Down to the depth of my isolated soul, 
A little faint flame of hope. 
  
Soon a turbulent wind violently 
Blows its way across the plain.
Like a horde of evil demons 
Sweeping all that's in its way,
The candlelight is snuffed off 
At least for this desolate night. 
  
Is love so fickle that 
It can be stifled so quickly? 
Is love so petty and trivial 
That it's comparable to a candle wick? 
  
But such a light can be renewed, 
The wax ignites into life once more. 
So let the gusty winds blow 
For I know deep within me, 
My love will never be stifled 
That I should lose all hope.

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