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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
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词：Dan Mclean1 P) A) H3 q/ T d8 M# f! m
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曲：Dan Mclean, ^. ?: l5 \( w. o9 X3 X
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编曲：John laudon
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$ b# z7 F5 N/ c- Z鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr
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吉他：Dodong Fuego
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6 x4 h5 K# ?6 R# z4 B% h8 U: T长笛：Charlie
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; M0 D8 g- H5 ^9 p6 C, X( k% n+ BStarry starry night
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Paint your palette blue and grey7 m2 g$ M6 Q4 \6 P% k, E
, Y/ I5 J/ ^/ a& _Look out on a summer's day5 c l& {2 B9 _; m- Y( B! N0 W( ?
6 w2 z, M! t# |+ U4 R: m$ `* [" QWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul& l4 ]; p* P4 e+ b4 i7 d
5 v$ J% Z9 H: sShadows on the hills4 _% S! {: |7 @- M
) y. M3 |5 k. HSketch the trees and the daffodils5 v" j( @8 J! U
3 v! y Y4 q* Z S3 {; ICatch the breeze and the winter chills6 W7 ], l/ E7 M
+ L5 m7 b3 v% T% QAnd colors on the snowy linen land/ U3 t% T8 d) l8 G
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Now I understand" G9 K- S7 w. A
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What you tried to say to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity. s0 Y! C' R0 F- X
6 i4 E! K" P" C. A& k1 HAnd how you tried to set them free' N8 f3 |0 t% s+ ?
3 n6 y, ~* c: {5 ^3 V1 B, PThey did not listen
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+ a, d3 [6 \ EThey did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now- i9 [3 y1 A( B- i* z% t. i5 Y
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Starry starry night/ B- Q5 D% G0 q. f9 ?
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Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
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; r8 n9 D3 W ]/ m' iSwirling clouds in violet haze' I l/ L) D! S- f* f
! l( a @3 T, l( N8 m. SReflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue7 e9 r( w, q' R) A4 D$ ?4 h
" Y# `- {* @3 I; |Colors changing hue( A/ _- p4 a5 h9 A
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Morning fields of amber grain2 W. e7 T* M- u6 j8 F
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Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand% F" y0 o# ~2 F# G
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What you tried to say to me! ^# H) S4 w1 `9 B
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And how you suffered for your sanity+ n4 b+ h4 e8 W/ j# ^ K
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And how you tried to set them free
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7 f5 h, X" D3 `% G- y/ EThey did not listen3 N( m2 k4 Q4 n8 w' Q% c( Q
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They did not know how
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! r& e' j7 A+ ^, n" zPerhaps they'll listen now- N- q9 v/ A5 H% k4 S2 c" r
3 d+ k/ ]0 j$ xFor they could not love you+ k6 ^' B; [* b h* M
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But still your love was true
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7 C1 n- N" s5 y3 ^* qWhen no hope was left in sight
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5 n- [9 m( d% L" I& l) oOn that starry starry night
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" C& |0 L* S3 s" Y& w1 G; RYou took your life as lovers often do
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But I could have told you Vincent
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6 E4 |' R: A/ \* eThis world was never meant for one- t! k( b5 V, C8 w' [$ d' Q
# m. W& T2 l+ ^ hAs beautiful as you4 k+ A" g! I& ^: ~4 L7 l5 [6 B
, B9 N. [7 C$ YStarry starry night
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( L* @" I+ v1 y- ]Portraits hung in empty halls2 h5 S, @6 ^( o. j, j3 p8 c9 P
4 R; |' P! E% K# VFrameless heads on! y6 R: s4 C: {2 f) F& |, Q
: c7 |! G, N5 ~6 }2 QNameless walls
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With eyes that watch the world and can't forget! j$ `5 U2 J. P7 j3 i
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1 W7 g* o( E% j3 o( l" N- AThe ragged men in ragged clothes) x, A. |$ G. v6 m* A! Q" f
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The silver thorn of bloody rose. U3 j5 X; Z7 P' x8 V6 H& j X
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Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow0 h& v5 |9 F6 m% ^
- D* H. S( W7 fNow I think I know
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What you tried to say to me
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; Q" v- ?) I4 N) q" q" PAnd how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free6 E) [7 `& ^. p( c
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They did not listen/ D* F/ U1 Q% N* ^ j9 l- e
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They're not listening still
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