The starry night the skies bestow
upon us earthlings here below
gives rise to ever wondrous gaze
and sights o'erwhelming to amaze
as in the painting by van Gogh,
that grand impressionistic show
in indigo of cosmic flow,
so disregarded in his days,
the Starry Night.
We yearn to fathom vast tableau
and yet ourselves have failed to know.
How fickle are the public's ways.
When Vincent strove for word of praise
he saw no hint how famed would grow
the Starry Night.
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