Текст песни Shooting Star - Harry Chapin
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
believed
in
his
believe-ins
Oh,
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
He
was
dancing
to
some
music
No
one
else
had
ever
heard
He′d
speak
in
unknown
languages
She
would
translate
every
word
And
then
when
the
world
was
laughing
At
his
castles
in
the
sky
She'd
hold
him
in
her
body
Till
he
once
again
could
fly
Oh,
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
Well,
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
too
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
beside
her
saying,
"You're
all
I've
ever
had"
Oh,
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
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