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White walls glowing under lantern light,
Footsteps echo where the streets run thin.
Every door here has a history,
Every smile knows how to sin.
Your perfume cuts through sandalwood smoke,
Like a message I wasn't meant to read.
In a city built on departures,
You're the one thing I shouldn't need.
Names are changed and truths are traded,
But desire stays untranslated...
These are letters from Casablanca,
Written in a disappearing hand.
Every word says "don't believe me,"
Every line says "take the chance."
If tomorrow rewrites the story,
And we never speak again,
I'll remember what was written
In those letters from Casablanca.
We talk in codes over mint tea,
Laughing like we've got nothing to hide.
But I've crossed too many borders
Not to feel the current turning inside.
You say love is just another language
Learned too late or learned too well.
In a town built on unfinished stories,
I can already tell how this will end.
No immunity from consequence here,
Just the courage to stay near...
These are letters from Casablanca,
Sealed with dust and fading ink.
Every promise feels temporary,
Every silence makes me think.
If the truth is never spoken,
And the moment slips my grasp,
I'll still carry what we never said
In those letters from Casablanca.
If fate is just another handler
Pulling strings we never see,
Then let it write whatever ending
It has planned for you and me.
These are letters from Casablanca,
Not meant to last, but meant to burn.
Somewhere between the now and never
There's a lesson we don't learn.
If the desert keeps our secret,
And the night erases track,
I'll leave my heart in North Africa
With those letters from Casablanca.
No return address...