Write the verbs in the Past Simple.
The life of Vincent van Gogh
Vincent van Gogh WAS BORN (be born) on March 30th, 1853 in a small Dutch village. When he WAS (be) a young man, he WANTED (want) to help poor people and WORKED (work) as an apprentice preacher in a mining town in Belgium. He LIVED (live) in extreme poverty and MADE (make) drawings of the people there.
Van Gogh DECIDED (decide) to become an artist and in 1886 WENT (go) to live in Paris. There he MET (meet) many of the famous painters of the time including Toulouse-Lautrec, Monet, Renoir, Degas and Gauguin. He STARTED (start) to use bright colors, especially yellow, which he SAID (say) represented love. He PAINTED (paint) thousands of pictures, but SOLD (sell) only one.
He WAS (be) always poor. Today, Van Gogh’s paintings sell for millions of dollars. In 1888, Van Gogh LEFT (leave) Paris and WENT (go) to live in the village of Arles. There he BECAME (become) very depressed and ill. It WAS (be) in Arles that Van Gogh CUT (cut) off his own ear after an argument with his friend Gauguin.
In the last two years of his life, Van Gogh HAD (have) to spend many months in mental hospitals. But he CONTINUED (continue) to paint until July 27th, 1890 when he COMMITTED (commit) suicide.
Vincent (Don McLean)
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette BLUE and GRAY
Look out on a summer's DAY
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the TREES and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In COLORS on the snowy linen land
Now I UNDERSTAND
What you TRIED to say to me
And how you SUFFERED for your sanity
And how you tried to set them FREE
They would not LISTEN, they did not KNOW how
Perhaps they'll listen NOW
Starry, starry night
Flaming FLOWERS that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in VIOLET haze
Reflect in Vincent's EYES of china blue
Colors changing hue
MORNING fields of amber grain
Weathered FACES lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I UNDERSTAND
What you TRIED to say to me
And how you SUFFERED for your sanity
And how you tried to set them FREE
They would not LISTEN, they did not KNOW how
Perhaps they'll listen NOW
For they could not love you
But still your LOVE was true
And when no hope was LEFT in sight
On that starry, starry night
You TOOK your life, as lovers often do
But I could've told you, Vincent
This world WAS never meant for
One as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless HEADS on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't FORGET
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged CLOTHES
The SILVER thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I THINK I know
What you TRIED to say to me
And how you SUFFERED for your sanity
And how you tried to set them FREE
They would not LISTEN, they're not listening
still
Perhaps they never WILL
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7tx1Un4shU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oybfFoq7Yow
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