He is everywhere
Yet nobody sees
He is just the man
In the ash-gray
hoodie
Even in crowds
No one knows he is
there
As he goes from
place to place
Listening with care
He is a ghost
A phantom
A mirage
The sunlight he
seems to dodge
His face hidden by
his hood
Always wears gloves
Nobody knows him
Nor where he comes
from
He has heard many
secrets
Has heard many lies
Yet he never says a
word
As he passes by
He is the man
In the Ash-gray
Hoodie
He is a man
Of mystery
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