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Wherever the murderer may hide away,

There shall we be, night and day,

Our eyes will be fixed on him

As the sunflower follows the sun.

In his innermost rooms are we,

As the shadow that clings to his steps,

We are in the poison dormant

In the slender, hollow needle.

Nathan Altermann