Bow for he is passing
the one that separates his shadow from the wind
too high for comfort, his laughter
inappropriate for red carpets and high walls
bow, bow
empty the street bellow your balcony
vacate from cars and all animals
divert the traffic too, preferably
for the shadow of those who break us
cannot simply mingle with the shadows of those like us
bow, bow
for he is passing
the wind, his shadow
those who have final say in our voice
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