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In the distance
She walked away just in the middle of it all and
He didn´t know a thing
It´s like soft rain on concrete on a hot summer day
Sudden, soft spokely and whitering away
Just as she went out the door he remembered something
A feeling left behind, hidden behind an empty shell
Of purpose
Of the thought of everythings meaning
As soon as he closed his eyes, when the door slammed
Leaving nothing but echo in the stillness of life itself
He felt nothing but sorrow, but
He didn´t know what hit him
He didn´t know a thing
She kept on walking, but didn´t shed a tear
Her mind was made up long ago
But it had to take her here, to realise so
It´s like soft rain on concrete on a hot summer day
Sudden, soft spokely and whitering away
Just as he understood he wanted her to erase the emptiness
She was long gone, and while he thought he knew it all
He didn´t know a thing
And she was already where she should be