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He was crazy, of course

 >From the first she must have known it

 But still she went on with him

 And she never once had shown it

And she took him off the street

 And she dried his tears of grieving

 She listened to his visions

 She be lieved in his be lieving

He was the sun burning bright and brittle

 And she was the moon shining back his light a little

He was a shooting star

She was softer and more slowly

 He could not make things possible

 But she could make them holy, Holy

He was dancing to some music

 No one else had ever heard

 He'd speak in unknown languages

 And she would translate every word

And when the world was laughing

 At his castles in the sky

 She'd hold him in her body

 Until he once again could fly

He was the sun burning bright and brittle

 And she was the moon shining back his light a little

He was a shooting star

She was softer and more slowly

 He could not make things possible

 But she could make them holy, Holy

 She gave him a daughter and she gave him a son

 She was a mother and a wife

 And a lover when the day was done

 He was to far gone for giving love

 What he offered in its stead

 Was the knowledge she was the only thing

 That was not in his head -

He took off east one morning

 Towards the rising sun's red glow

 She knew he was going nowhere

 But of course she let him go

And as she stood and watched him dwindle

 Much too empty to be sad

 He reappeared be side her

 Saying "You're all I've ever had"

He was the sun burning bright and brittle

 And she was the moon shining back his light a little

He was a shooting star

She was softer and more slowly

 He could not make things possible

 But she could make them holy, Holy

Ken Reynolds