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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
$ a" x1 `& F" P' O) t8 b6 yVincent (Live) - 杜丽莎+ s# Q. w, f3 L3 G* w$ P
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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.Jr
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吉他：Dodong Fuego
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长笛：Charlie
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' r& m5 t: M+ |5 ~$ T2 y+ `Starry starry night6 a& ?$ B3 b& R5 m3 X( p( ]
& j. H( B; E4 ]$ H9 m$ F) V6 OPaint your palette blue and grey
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' F. E v$ Y2 b& s4 k3 E- aLook out on a summer's day
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7 i2 o! o& I% O; B) m" {+ h; qWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul( Y: J0 _: \6 f4 m8 N' C1 s4 G; D
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Shadows on the hills# _. N! J- v7 Y" Q
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Sketch the trees and the daffodils
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills- e" W( b+ D+ h
* Y: j' `0 t! V/ H/ Y; nAnd colors on the snowy linen land
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Now I understand
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8 n+ i. }& @# D, A. [9 uWhat you tried to say to me2 U- i& h1 E" O2 i- X, j1 p
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen; u! t" @0 r2 @, ?3 @
% I6 |: G' r7 q8 d; S, C, bThey did not know how* y4 w6 h( f# q/ `1 C/ Z
" o: q) g" Z" w. W' p& HPerhaps they'll listen now
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Starry starry night! D; c( N" w1 W. E
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Flaming flowers that brightly blaze6 S8 M7 q. ^$ m( M
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Swirling clouds in violet haze
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% [+ x- Q$ g! P8 v* }Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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Colors changing hue, [+ O9 t1 e$ m; p8 ?, I$ ]6 Q
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Morning fields of amber grain a( V: _+ y* [ x' a/ C
! d9 `. m& j/ z9 w; H: ?1 S YWeathered faces lined in pain
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# F, m' X; X& Q6 |4 Z7 u/ p6 mAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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% N4 r, V0 z! y6 ?8 _Now I understand. _% ~# }- X& a- C Z
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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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And how you tried to set them free
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0 V! z( e4 `5 }4 P# YThey did not listen& q% _& b4 M- ?! p, B# V+ C7 l, Y
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They did not know how
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1 ]! W5 c) ^1 s0 k0 ^6 @# ]Perhaps they'll listen now
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5 f' q8 i9 |9 r4 i6 ~5 IFor they could not love you
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But still your love was true( o5 t' f5 K3 h' g0 b0 c( o
( b/ Y. E! J: H; K+ A! PWhen no hope was left in sight
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On that starry starry night e+ w* x' I, Y1 l+ | [5 ]
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You took your life as lovers often do4 j5 a2 Q9 }5 ]* m. F" r) X% n9 n
2 d# a% f! D; a% W% BBut I could have told you Vincent* V& ]: Y9 n* Y4 K q
+ b& `1 k6 J$ u0 t; M0 ?' Z) fThis world was never meant for one
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As beautiful as you p+ v+ p c; f( O( ?8 } J
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Starry starry night
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Portraits hung in empty halls* S3 {$ w8 `; ]4 R; e# M3 S$ S, Y
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Frameless heads on7 Z% x9 e# ^3 V* h$ _
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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% O2 A9 [7 j. V6 d! P: {
/ q' }$ o' v! O, R! g+ M- V3 yThe ragged men in ragged clothes
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The silver thorn of bloody rose% j. k8 y. f1 Y2 D; L* [7 i
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Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow! T C' k/ h- I- |1 k: z
; Y) ?0 G6 X, r4 L2 m1 gNow I think I know
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" C8 u; k1 z2 q" {2 ]4 \+ PWhat you tried to say to me
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) a$ m6 c; i! W9 zAnd how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free1 n' Q d/ L' D( I @
4 z4 w7 x, l+ Q9 {+ t/ `9 uThey did not listen
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) r0 `0 [5 N6 R) n$ i9 @# C6 bThey're not listening still
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