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竞演舞台上，被誉为“香港乐坛英文歌翻唱先锋”的杜丽莎以一袭红裙优雅亮相，拥有超高音域的她此次选择低吟浅唱的嗓音来诠释，让这首纪念荷兰画家梵高的经典之作《Vincent》多了一番别致与韵味，把一代巨匠的孤独与哀愁娓娓道来，唱出了穿越几个世纪的传奇和思念。
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歌词
9 Q t' o2 U# \6 `) k2 ZVincent (Live) - 杜丽莎
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; @: i' O, A; B) X$ I1 C1 h词：Dan Mclean
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曲：Dan Mclean
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编曲：John laudon
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鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr4 l( C5 v) |: _0 w, D. l' |
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长笛：Charlie' ^, }% @! B* \/ y% G
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Starry starry night
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Paint your palette blue and grey
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3 i7 g; ^; u4 x5 {4 f) rLook out on a summer's day
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9 w& |3 l: S* k7 N3 P1 y) l$ X1 x" _7 jWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul: ]: b- m( P$ Y. ]9 H& }$ |3 F+ D
: Q/ f) v6 ^& w- E( @/ t `Shadows on the hills S' q. F7 }3 {7 |- ]6 ~
8 T- y, A" G9 p! d6 hSketch the trees and the daffodils; K0 ]% z( T/ f7 k+ |2 b
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills0 ^& q4 k \* x
4 J& r/ e4 \4 ?# f! PAnd colors on the snowy linen land0 X3 [$ u" m1 k% D- U: N" d
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Now I understand
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; c N- s6 _) g: y3 M' WWhat you tried to say to me) q2 d& k. }7 v9 d9 d* W3 ^4 I3 H
9 b, l9 D# U, [2 xAnd how you suffered for your sanity! X. Z9 r9 E( Q( l7 k, h# A. l
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And how you tried to set them free5 q; e* m4 |7 O9 ^/ _
/ a. O! r! Z8 p+ {6 dThey did not listen
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& I( x% R7 G9 hThey did not know how
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+ a% l) V' f' s% FStarry starry night
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Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze! e1 R2 L! u- P. @
! e$ g6 [% @2 s$ U0 ^. g w0 I" Y P6 AReflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue3 L' z; u* @+ ?0 H- Y/ b. u
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Colors changing hue7 J6 @! F6 I+ o: v% s$ I+ r/ T
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Morning fields of amber grain
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# w+ s# U, I7 e/ r% O- B! gWeathered faces lined in pain& Z& E; U% g9 u. }# l* s
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Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand% D! c3 K, I+ R# g9 r
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Now I understand# ~3 G! X$ M: q. E/ G5 t
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What you tried to say to me7 |2 r9 s$ j" b+ b* \
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And how you suffered for your sanity- \% H7 e. y) r
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And how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen
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Perhaps they'll listen now
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% c: r, S7 c; ^5 m( o/ bFor they could not love you0 r) k9 X! m% I9 _) b
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But still your love was true
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& c3 n0 w* b8 n- m4 HOn that starry starry night
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You took your life as lovers often do
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But I could have told you Vincent( J% }5 p$ Z( @' g- E
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This world was never meant for one/ q: G( w- S: V, B6 ^
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As beautiful as you
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( ?6 x, q6 Y' c4 ` @# @Starry starry night
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Portraits hung in empty halls
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Frameless heads on% D8 x, U( y7 o" K4 f% z: \6 `
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With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
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Like the stranger that you've met
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The ragged men in ragged clothes
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$ W$ ~2 ^9 S3 q+ g! Z( uLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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2 U& d9 w: u: F+ pAnd how you suffered for your sanity
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They did not listen- k2 ~/ B" V2 d' Q; _$ X
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They're not listening still
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Perhaps they never will
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