When did you first notice
How like an iceburg
So much of your soul
Is hidden from you
It's the first clue
That here is a mystery
A murder you hadn't
Noticed over there
It must have been
When you were sleeping
And your soul comes to wake you
And you know who did it
Who the murderer is
But you'd already guessed it
How it all turns out
To be continued in the end
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