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The sky so blue, it turns so dark
Beauty thrives and makes a spark
The result is fascinating, filled with awe
The tumble of this one bourgeois
The harsh words, he thought and said
The smell surrounds, consumes of death
Revenge was promised from circumstance
Blame of others, his only chance
The last few moments in the darkened sky
One last occasion to say goodbye
Falling fast and letting go
The one I loved, the true Van Gogh
Much Love Much Life