| He was crazy of course
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| From the first she must have known it
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| But still she went on with him
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| And she never once had shown it
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| And she took him off the streets
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| And she dried his tears of grievin’g
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| She listened to his visions
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| She believed in his believin'
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| Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
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| And she was the moon shining back his light a little
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| He was a shooting star
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| She was softer and more slowly
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| He could not make things possible
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| But, she could make them holy, holy…
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| He was dancin' to some music
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| No one else had ever heard
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| He’d speak in unknown languages
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| She’d translate every word
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| And when the world was laughing
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| At his castles in the sky
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| She’d hold him in her body
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| And he once again would fly
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| Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
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| And she was the moon shining back his light a little
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| He was a shooting star
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| She was softer and more slowly
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| He could not make things possible
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| But, she could make them holy, holy…
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| But she gave him a daughter
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| And she gave him a son
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| She was a mother, and a wife
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| And a lover when the day was done
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| Well, he was too far gone for giving love
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| What he’d offer in its stead
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| Was the knowledge she was the only thing
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| That was not in his head
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| He took off East one morning
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| In the rising sun’s red glow
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| She knew he was going nowhere
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| But of course she let him go
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| As she stood and watched him dwindle
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| Much too empty to be sad
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| He reappeared beside her and said
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| «You're all I’ve ever had»
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| Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
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| And she was the moon shining back his light a little
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| He was a shooting star
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| She was softer and more slowly
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| He could not make things possible
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| But, she could make them holy
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| Ah, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
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| And she was the moon shining back his light a little
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| He was a shooting star
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| She was softer and more slowly
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| He could not make things possible
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| But, she could make them holy
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| Holy… |