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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
! z& O% B4 g! X# n7 rVincent (Live) - 杜丽莎
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词：Dan Mclean$ v$ ?$ }+ D8 ^7 v& e
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曲：Dan Mclean& Y2 S c4 I" e- y3 u" b+ `& J% @: U% y
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编曲：John laudon
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5 T; q$ R& _* P4 l. `吉他：Dodong Fuego" @! ?/ [5 d' t6 C
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长笛：Charlie6 x3 V& R9 W! t0 I% C3 a6 g
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Starry starry night
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Paint your palette blue and grey
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Look out on a summer's day
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul6 \5 v. J9 d; S9 P
% R5 d, \8 x3 |* m' dShadows on the hills
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8 ~* Y0 N' u: Z( t2 RSketch the trees and the daffodils2 a/ O. |/ l+ d" e: e- e% [ P7 F
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills
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And colors on the snowy linen land
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What you tried to say to me
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d' n9 i6 {, o/ h5 zAnd how you suffered for your sanity
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) F3 Q- ` }( Z& O CAnd how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen
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) C8 k7 I" \2 \. a. QThey did not know how/ G6 M9 I( [- t# J
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Starry starry night( d3 y; h$ w# ]( `# u& l c
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Flaming flowers that brightly blaze5 i X# j: h n/ H# _
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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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3 v/ L* E2 N1 ?# X9 n/ x0 q+ fColors changing hue- ]4 [0 Y: h& I8 a% g8 L( S9 Z
3 B2 p! S% D. XMorning fields of amber grain* T. x# J2 o7 A8 r
& G" q p z! ^' _$ N- f/ tWeathered faces lined in pain
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Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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9 f" x) c3 g. n0 u1 O* H" ~; hNow I understand
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What you tried to say to me1 ?" Z0 t6 D. a# |# P; w* V+ e
: m8 K3 a; M* N RAnd how you suffered for your sanity: X# a: n4 u( \1 A2 g& @" h
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And how you tried to set them free: v7 Y3 w8 W$ q% m7 p
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They did not listen
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( j& m G. O5 h$ z/ l2 FThey did not know how
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6 M8 E" f' C& }6 ~! IPerhaps they'll listen now
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For they could not love you
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/ k, U+ ^' @/ n% {1 sBut still your love was true
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# s' D2 N/ l4 `( h6 eWhen no hope was left in sight4 B R3 L( o* e
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% u$ ^1 C/ Z. ^$ `* x; VYou took your life as lovers often do
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But I could have told you Vincent
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/ X7 m6 D4 U3 _This world was never meant for one+ k$ p0 J, ^% Z, |
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As beautiful as you
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Starry starry night4 C% r8 e$ X, H8 j
; V" F/ s! Q" M& APortraits hung in empty halls& d" W: Q, J' I0 \$ K* k
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With eyes that watch the world and can't forget; J7 k1 b! q8 Z3 u+ x: a
, M0 m. _( `+ R+ Q7 ?% v* ULike the stranger that you've met
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The silver thorn of bloody rose! ~$ g6 h0 V* {8 O
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" B) z e! P, h( ONow I think I know
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What you tried to say to me# J$ K% B) n ]# H Q/ o$ y
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And how you tried to set them free2 \: b6 k# C0 @1 M# X- k9 n* V
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They did not listen7 z% y y. J! K$ O: S) k o8 }
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They're not listening still1 G# p, R- {/ d. `! t+ s
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