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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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词：Dan Mclean( p7 c" y$ k2 f, ?/ h8 A7 ^
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编曲：John laudon
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0 G. ]; ~/ r( y鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr
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+ q. ^7 W5 W, Z6 I1 s- H( p- Q吉他：Dodong Fuego
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长笛：Charlie
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Starry starry night
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4 d3 L6 Y+ N9 S7 `Paint your palette blue and grey
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; N: r8 \4 n2 l" ^0 O/ d) sLook out on a summer's day" ~9 Q, X. Y# X6 M2 i; o3 t& V& W' g
, d( Y7 G3 }! a% ~, K% pWith eyes that know the darkness in my soul
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& j1 J- A4 F' M1 S' @3 TShadows on the hills
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0 A3 z' o% K! \) F) _Sketch the trees and the daffodils/ m0 \. M- h/ ^4 t1 \7 H6 |( d
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills$ K- U8 x$ ~6 X; h `0 _
6 ^/ R1 E5 |7 ~6 X) DAnd colors on the snowy linen land
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Now I understand
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What you tried to say to me
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4 r% h" W! M& R: | ?And how you suffered for your sanity
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$ \1 O! y! y) P/ k) o3 {3 BAnd how you tried to set them free8 f% A# |- o: p9 S+ @
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They did not listen) ?1 U6 y' _- t( z& ^& H- C
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They did not know how
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+ H5 \' @" [2 Y2 t: {1 g9 dPerhaps they'll listen now0 O9 N$ \: u$ Y
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Starry starry night
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Flaming 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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; a% D$ F; X' r* rColors changing hue
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0 t; v3 I4 p5 @0 X( [Morning fields of amber grain6 g: S/ K: E' a }' g6 g' A
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F- F* B& @! @ \8 u5 J3 rAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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2 P, R, H8 K1 |' b+ p) B5 \) J" bNow I understand
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What you tried to say to me/ d/ v5 R& J! H& Z; m2 I
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And how you suffered for your sanity3 W) P: I8 g; z! J7 _. O( _
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And how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen
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They did not know how3 \. r' f1 D- Z2 x0 m
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Perhaps they'll listen now1 v5 ]" R- b* _. B# b6 j9 P2 N
) p f0 g$ x8 f5 g; `! cFor they could not love you: }5 _! s; w3 ?. V+ `8 g
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But still your love was true- M& x4 G' b) K
% v! U8 W! o$ zWhen no hope was left in sight
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' X" I( Y. O6 XOn that starry starry night/ a& ~( @$ q+ m4 m9 l, F! K
, ^" @$ ]8 z5 S, U5 B- K: d3 m9 J, X# j% NYou took your life as lovers often do3 h E# ^: x2 `# e! n
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But I could have told you Vincent3 c5 D2 R; `- Z2 r) L" i
+ v- a# ^& P' g: YThis world was never meant for one- I4 J) W0 ^' y
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As beautiful as you+ D+ [" @' q* K/ l. n( f. s) ]
$ B2 M% }$ M6 s. y; xStarry starry night
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. x( b/ H9 N, l1 h; zPortraits hung in empty halls, J4 ^1 h: ]% ?% ?3 o9 J7 @
2 g$ k, `5 z! V* G- U) L5 bFrameless heads on
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With eyes that watch the world and can't forget- F9 L" @8 Z8 W
. A: V9 A; g: `# [' K* F- [Like the stranger that you've met
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The ragged men in ragged clothes
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8 m2 C* Z/ I7 G; n) P! aLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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Now I think I know
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, B2 P, g# z8 @& bWhat you tried to say to me
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5 Y2 e- ?, X/ {And how you suffered for your sanity
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And how you tried to set them free
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& B/ }8 t" D) n; z! L) t5 Q* ~7 yThey did not listen3 Y8 L( X( j D/ r
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They're not listening still4 y- c' u% W+ l3 P! s/ Y
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