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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。$ P% d e1 t3 P+ f7 b
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歌词
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词：Dan Mclean
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* g; g: L3 @" q. j曲：Dan Mclean
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8 P; x! K+ P; `7 _6 k: m) Z5 b7 X编曲：John laudon7 I8 b& S6 u3 S; d& `0 Z1 ~$ J
9 t7 L9 u( K. l. A( h+ A鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr; {4 @# f2 S2 H; u" H4 p# w# v
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吉他：Dodong Fuego
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0 }8 G c. t" L长笛：Charlie% y! C. S1 z, D
" N. z6 E3 ?5 N% T" x9 CStarry starry night
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& l4 y) V, B/ T) O' H1 T& `Paint your palette blue and grey
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* g. W b+ l0 J( G4 R; f" ?Look out on a summer's day3 C& Y, C) v/ `6 v, H' S* _
: |8 A8 \3 k+ @8 gWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul& I: P" d: A; n: f- b, |, K
* d) ~& r( T0 U+ s0 rShadows on the hills
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. c; n) w* U/ Z/ QSketch the trees and the daffodils
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills7 p. k* m( i0 }: f, U! t* j1 f/ E' o
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And colors on the snowy linen land" _1 I& K8 t! z$ Z7 V$ g. r
! L( j9 {* y0 y6 m) p: i: \( SNow I understand: x; Q, s" k4 a" w7 y C
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What you tried to say to me1 N0 [* ]7 N+ u/ [* O! X- B' W
; Y+ g: @9 ^; x& ZAnd how you suffered for your sanity- A% f& `1 q: d# T" G! I
) p5 m- P3 H7 r+ SAnd how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen
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They did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now
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Starry starry night0 ^: X9 Z# @6 O: t( s; g4 b
' d @/ p8 d) c& ^( ?$ L3 f* eFlaming flowers that brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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6 g# |9 y3 y# Z2 }; G' j1 ~2 oColors changing hue
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Morning fields of amber grain
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Weathered faces lined in pain) [' Q1 h& m! f- |2 }
3 }% C! z* l4 t$ a b9 r% i# _2 wAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hand2 x5 N6 U- D7 W# G, r
" p8 G% X( {, q$ H9 ^Now I understand
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What you tried to say to me! T0 X( X5 C; l3 D
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And how you suffered for your sanity
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9 V+ h+ F* e0 K% S4 |5 TAnd how you tried to set them free
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$ T/ C: D/ {; ~0 G7 K. g$ gThey did not listen( t. [* u7 v! d
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They did not know how
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; \- {" j2 k" V9 D2 nPerhaps they'll listen now& T2 z$ y! K8 w0 ]5 y( n
3 C2 B$ Z$ ]% G6 A3 F- CFor they could not love you
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But still your love was true
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0 |$ s6 u% E% n) L* u U, I6 hWhen no hope was left in sight& K8 {- w& z3 P! @) R2 q8 Y7 j
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On that starry starry night
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You took your life as lovers often do! [5 E, y5 \1 h A
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But I could have told you Vincent
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This world was never meant for one( |" f8 H" c S! `4 e7 S
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As beautiful as you
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Portraits hung in empty halls/ M$ P+ i" x) P$ d5 N Q
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With eyes that watch the world and can't forget. v. ~ Q& m! r0 r. u: q* q* J. h
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Like the stranger that you've met" ? w1 z. K9 \+ i0 R
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The ragged men in ragged clothes8 P3 y% M7 }1 s5 O
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The silver thorn of bloody rose
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Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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Now I think I know5 V: l5 S4 Z3 v
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And how you suffered for your sanity& D0 J0 y) c; v$ ^6 ?) m
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1 M6 W5 ~' z1 v TThey did not listen/ h5 T6 @: J# k0 G0 _0 D2 L: h
* a7 S7 I' m% C2 _9 R2 e8 TThey're not listening still& `% S! ~$ e0 T* X$ Y( p
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