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I'm sorry if I'm not gentle I can say that in my dreams My thoughts are about to short circuit I want to see you, right now... Moonlight makes me want to cry Midnight is too late to call... But I'm naive, what will I do? My heart is a kaleidoscope... Being led into moonlight We meet by chance many times over... The sparkling number of stars... Foretells the where abouts of love Born on the same Earth A miracle romance Do you believe? A miracle romance From Letras Mania