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HARRY CONNICK JR. >> Merchandise Links
HARRY CONNICK JR.
The sun sets red with rage White clouds float by Like high cotton Blank as an empty page Blue is a color buried Not forgotten Sweet as mother's milk And clear as the wind Wrap the dead in a pleat of silk Blue is the color to be buried in When you left Leaving nothing behind There's no one to blame No criminal, no crime You can report a missing person But not a stolen heart And I'm missing a person To whom stealing was an art The painting's complete The brush strokes dry I hear a band playing A bent note or two I guess someone died And just wants to be Buried in blue
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