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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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Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎
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4 [3 ?1 V' [8 i0 W- E4 ?词：Dan Mclean
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5 W9 P, r: X4 M# p$ q0 z曲：Dan Mclean
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编曲：John laudon
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; g6 o! F8 [( {' i {鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr: u/ o5 n9 V; i0 s, E* V& f
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吉他：Dodong Fuego; ]+ h2 D( j7 ^: f3 t
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长笛：Charlie9 d- N. Q8 S% c* C( }' q
, f# s2 c6 a* B8 c0 U" HStarry starry night
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; A) B9 V. t7 L; g4 S/ uPaint your palette blue and grey J* X) N: q' i' l O" u
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Look out on a summer's day' F$ C" h: m! v1 S: v1 M t% W% e
1 y; ^1 e$ o3 Y# xWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul
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* R# r6 d9 ~) b7 i6 NShadows on the hills
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7 b; y' s9 {1 a7 s& ]$ cSketch the trees and the daffodils3 R4 \4 b; S! \ l: t
' }6 N: A! J- y pCatch the breeze and the winter chills& O! ]& {1 S& L' A6 j8 M- T( _
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And colors on the snowy linen land% X% t: |3 h5 n
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Now I understand
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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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. J9 R0 A# |. W, {! z, aAnd how you tried to set them free& U c0 X& W6 L; i) l. L( L, _
- l8 O3 d2 y# R9 h/ jThey did not listen
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They did not know how x# |" n) |! S9 x* t: }/ T
: g& G1 u7 A; Q; X4 `3 d" E0 Q* XPerhaps they'll listen now2 |: T# S9 [/ F6 R3 S8 |% x
3 h2 G; @6 u& @, U/ `Starry starry night* L- O! T8 m8 i/ A
) _' t ?& C2 _/ r; K) x9 R* YFlaming flowers that brightly blaze
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Swirling clouds in violet haze# k) P6 \( |1 b' m# ]) |2 y' z d2 F
* K4 L# M# w: v2 `; J& f/ lReflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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Colors changing hue
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Morning fields of amber grain* Y" B% t! `7 F2 Q. G; S0 ]
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Weathered faces lined in pain4 {6 i, X* N3 V- T3 w/ i( A
! J" @8 c2 }, @! k4 R# dAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. I; p8 }& b( @9 T
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Now I understand! r1 ?! v6 Y( H7 O7 v( s& h8 V
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What you tried to say to me
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% I. o3 V5 A0 U5 O$ s, N8 h- K; TAnd 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
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' H, r; n$ G; e' V- [" ~# |They did not know how
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& k0 W7 m" I$ cPerhaps they'll listen now
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/ O7 K% ^' t4 N+ }/ lFor they could not love you
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But still your love was true
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4 W9 b( d; T# }. d' [7 I0 gWhen no hope was left in sight
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% I% ] m7 o( q, hOn that starry starry night
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You took your life as lovers often do
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But I could have told you Vincent
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This world was never meant for one
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1 y. G9 H3 e- R' @8 L; { f* Y4 \. nAs beautiful as you
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Starry starry night. u7 ~6 f6 [6 K' C: u ?$ k
* `7 n2 O3 }! c" p2 h; ^Portraits hung in empty halls
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Frameless heads on
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Nameless walls
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9 `& C A! S- @: m( YWith eyes that watch the world and can't forget7 n5 |2 \ z2 D5 |
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Like the stranger that you've met" f- E1 n8 W3 `
. b v+ g% I& @; PThe ragged men in ragged clothes& Y! I. H* Q! m" Q3 d* f
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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 know, y d- @- q: o+ I6 ^
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And how you suffered for your sanity3 [& |( J7 f# l/ F6 _4 _
9 x7 A3 [4 ~. G7 K- X# `And how you tried to set them free
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' }/ O' p; Y% c( d) j3 b2 ?4 ~They did not listen
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They're not listening still5 s2 F9 I8 _ \7 N5 f
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