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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。. x/ @( W: A5 t+ B- W2 W+ O- b
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歌词
' [1 u6 h7 E( |& \" `9 n: m" |Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎" Y3 o2 T: o8 ~9 h. B) i/ v2 Q
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0 [- X' A% Q1 T5 Z8 O曲：Dan Mclean
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( e/ u- x! |0 K编曲：John laudon
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鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr$ H$ o) Q9 D. R* F& N
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吉他：Dodong Fuego
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6 q6 O. J l l/ k s. I长笛：Charlie
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5 T5 W$ B* n _: \Starry starry night r8 S8 |! {9 R
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Paint your palette blue and grey
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' r1 v7 t5 {% Z6 f+ ]! tLook out on a summer's day4 |9 b, B% x6 N- z
, ]& B* g0 C! }$ V- ?% p6 XWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul/ A' X* J' \- v4 |9 J9 o: t
) g1 y! a0 c# x9 _- \5 k( xShadows on the hills
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Sketch the trees and the daffodils, H8 h5 Q! J+ y
- `. o* g4 p% S h" M* p+ UCatch the breeze and the winter chills
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" o9 c' b1 @( SAnd colors on the snowy linen land
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Now I understand' _4 z# m4 r, ?4 T$ `# m, Q
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What you tried to say to me
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# N4 H: M6 G: M6 M `0 v& KAnd how you suffered for your sanity7 t' C* E* X$ X1 I& ]0 O
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And how you tried to set them free+ u" K5 C' {2 ]9 p# ?6 g
7 e$ { u6 C2 C) ^, O9 {9 NThey did not listen
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They did not know how
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/ |. W2 ~! D A7 \; \Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze
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; v+ w0 p( g1 R$ {) Y" X, J( fReflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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Colors changing hue
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# V) v1 L6 I& ?5 v8 IMorning fields of amber grain
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% N" t* e+ g- l! [2 M6 ZWeathered faces lined in pain9 u2 h8 u. o! ?. v. T3 D
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Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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Now I understand
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5 a1 f8 p0 V# v4 iWhat 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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8 D( i' [2 b9 b& k3 OPerhaps they'll listen now
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For they could not love you& o$ r3 M! z% t) m' e/ B" J
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But still your love was true( y% i9 M, B( J/ U6 I" e- T" c
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$ T% a: q8 U1 l4 {% rOn that starry starry night( m% S2 Q" S) v" B2 g% X' f6 k
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You took your life as lovers often do
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* ~" e8 s# v* m6 F) ?' ABut I could have told you Vincent. Q; R# E& g) {5 Q
( O" D% B9 C" Q8 rThis world was never meant for one
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5 S0 F0 @) ^6 O* Z. ~( CAs beautiful as you
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" s" {9 K$ T* ^8 aPortraits hung in empty halls
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Frameless heads on' h% ?- o7 T2 P2 n3 H7 Z+ l0 Z5 n
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With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
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& R- q% T5 d$ R8 h) Y* [Like the stranger that you've met& @7 k* [3 X) t8 t
; Z5 D% K" J: A2 ]8 j1 J# \: xThe ragged men in ragged clothes
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# D% ]6 q6 Y2 N3 ~3 H' HThe silver thorn of bloody rose
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6 g& d1 r* x8 qLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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7 D7 }+ u- E8 ?8 ANow I think I know
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What you tried to say to me/ v6 m/ Y4 |; o" F5 o
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They're not listening still
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