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会えない　時間が僕を
少し大人に変えてくれた
こうして　君と　今まだ
同じ星空眺めている

きっとあの時のすれ違い
試されてたのさ　運命に
離ればなれになって　何が大事か気づいたんだ

キラキラ光　あの星のように
もう一度愛を　輝かせたくて
もう泣かさない　泣かしたくない
君の温もり
強く　強く　感じてるよ

今君のために出来る事
僕は胸の中探してる
君といる　この瞬間を
とても大事に想うから

キラキラ光　あの星のように
二人の明日　輝やせたくて
もう放さない　放したくない
君の他にはもう何もいらないから

キラキラ光　あの星のように
君の心で輝きたいから
僕は誓うよ　
このまま隣に　ずっといる事
同じ星　二人で見つめて

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