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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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曲：Dan Mclean
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编曲：John laudon
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鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr4 z5 a+ E: W9 M/ X
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吉他：Dodong Fuego D- k; g4 s9 P( e+ o3 y
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长笛：Charlie" z2 `& w1 u0 X+ b/ E1 U
7 f5 w* A! O% o" yStarry starry night3 w( e# R) a* L2 R1 z. ]
' F. V8 e0 y; Q) E, ~Paint your palette blue and grey
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0 Z: J3 C7 Y) p" j8 m0 |# m9 @Look out on a summer's day
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9 J0 d9 C0 H% @0 cWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul; w* ?* \, K) i2 M( d" G/ U4 t( p* h
. I5 s8 J% C, A# N; e1 c& fShadows on the hills
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Sketch the trees and the daffodils
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills
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+ K5 S7 l" Q2 H+ ^3 T" P& P. kAnd colors on the snowy linen land
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& \' F4 f. n2 k& `, X2 [$ [% \" ^Now I understand2 u3 m K6 C" }- v5 S1 x9 \5 S/ {
+ c2 y U7 B' FWhat you tried to say to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity5 [! v/ r1 D- p% x! }: r" s7 S
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And how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen
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: t0 N( e7 c; y$ Y# AThey did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now
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$ S* r3 `0 E5 \8 A* V8 ]Starry starry night" h" }# U, ~) c: U
3 x2 [: v. h3 a( e, u, a- _Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze5 e: D9 B6 t0 X' I
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue$ }8 ]' p/ `' N7 `
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Morning fields of amber grain- S/ v6 N0 Z2 i
5 b$ a0 O8 k. U1 RWeathered faces lined in pain& s3 \9 S5 j+ x7 ~ O( j% V6 L
; p, _+ K8 u z. I, X& NAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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Now I understand0 e: J7 w- o. G3 P2 ~* t* ?
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What you tried to say to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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9 ^3 P$ X/ @. {6 Z) X% b3 GAnd how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen$ z7 V/ ?9 E: x6 b9 e/ O
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They did not know how' b2 }( B' m; X0 Z5 z, V4 t; G
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: l$ l( U8 q WFor they could not love you
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( T, H/ ^# l( D/ L& u) i" sBut still your love was true
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When no hope was left in sight
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' @0 z, f* @$ q* B8 AYou took your life as lovers often do9 h0 O9 {. j1 \: T
9 v) l( L% z- z+ nBut I could have told you Vincent
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This world was never meant for one
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' D' g0 _- o2 c4 V# z3 A# @7 {As beautiful as you
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Portraits hung in empty halls8 a% N( @3 O6 F$ l) T( u
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Nameless walls
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With eyes that watch the world and can't forget" S% Y, D& H0 K5 g4 o w
, x: F& j( k- t( iLike the stranger that you've met
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The ragged men in ragged clothes9 ]2 l( Z( K5 n$ {! h8 U
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Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow+ i' {: \* G3 f {! t
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Now I think I know
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What you tried to say to me2 i$ P! U* O7 S, y9 J% j9 M
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And how you tried to set them free
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9 \6 c6 `" r# h1 YThey did not listen
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* b9 Z. z1 Y7 J3 x9 w5 OThey're not listening still2 s7 l2 S U3 z. S, t9 G
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Perhaps they never will
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