| Turn the corner by nightfall...turn the corner by nightfall... The words have a mind of their own, a soothing mantra set in a steady loop. Turn the corner by nightfall... Walk quickly, get past the white house before the evening lights come on. Follow the moon and remember to count the cobblestones...two-hundred and twenty-two, two-hundred and twenty-three. Almost there. |
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