Casablanca
Trying to forget her, just as she walks in
through the door. One of those nights
I had a drink and lost myself on a street
Where all of the buildings were white.
Lines by Reid Baron from The Music of the Aztecs
and photo by Jan Claire
Trying to forget her, just as she walks in
through the door. One of those nights
I had a drink and lost myself on a street
Where all of the buildings were white.
Lines by Reid Baron from The Music of the Aztecs
and photo by Jan Claire
