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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。' Q9 q0 w5 a( a3 e1 ~
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Vincent (Live) - 杜丽莎
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词：Dan Mclean
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8 Z; E7 `: `, b1 n6 u3 l* N曲：Dan Mclean
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编曲：John laudon
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鼓手：Antonio Serrano.Jr
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' c& c8 ~& g) D) @( R2 d吉他：Dodong Fuego
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长笛：Charlie- `3 J% c2 g& y: u* X" r; Z
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Starry starry night& o0 M& l4 A- m8 `9 H6 t! D, H6 J
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Paint your palette blue and grey8 n8 j) i7 W4 L* m
r+ D- ^9 h. m, X# N) NLook out on a summer's day
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
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. O. Q8 |* W7 I1 D7 O5 T" GShadows on the hills, K% R! m2 a7 K
/ v; t1 C# e- ?8 ^Sketch the trees and the daffodils
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills! r3 c9 v9 J) U% s7 l: C
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And colors on the snowy linen land( |3 j, _2 c3 \: g
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Now I understand3 H* H" b6 U0 H; z& d+ n
1 L- x6 s Q) pWhat you tried to say to me3 T2 N9 c S! n; V1 K6 U8 c1 W; P
; l. H7 j b! v) Q* }9 vAnd how you suffered for your sanity6 U" p: S1 m% M/ r8 Q
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And how you tried to set them free' [' Q5 [, T X7 X, x7 ^
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They did not listen
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They did not know how
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Perhaps they'll listen now, e5 }, V) v5 ]1 d0 g; M$ Y
/ Y+ V0 ?5 g# Y6 g9 ]* l0 ~Starry starry night Y/ Y. p" h$ l6 j1 k
6 N4 s( d; q( Z0 k4 EFlaming flowers that brightly blaze; E! C- g/ d2 K6 t" U) D, U
/ K& h8 }+ C6 E% F. GSwirling clouds in violet haze
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, x/ l* W. q3 ~) }8 ~) f; E% lReflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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+ d4 h* n, s/ F9 \Colors changing hue
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Morning fields of amber grain1 _+ Y0 x; m& p. M. z+ x
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Weathered faces lined in pain
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! ?' E( h$ L2 g" WAre soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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$ ?0 u6 x$ ~6 M6 \: GWhat you tried to say to me
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And how you suffered for your sanity' G& W6 a9 m! c& f
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And how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen7 h) H; @& `* B$ t7 b% p% a8 V
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Perhaps they'll listen now0 k# c. j z# w! a
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For they could not love you
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% G# ]2 i; F/ f4 l; P' w HBut still your love was true$ z& l# V9 N/ i" `) P
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When no hope was left in sight
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' M/ K+ \: S( ^% H! ROn that starry starry night
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: Q# @$ R! [9 r& I2 sYou 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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As beautiful as you
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Starry starry night
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6 Z4 u) m% { a# mPortraits hung in empty halls
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With eyes that watch the world and can't forget' h$ L! ]! t9 h
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' L' K! d. e- n' X( `6 i0 ZThe ragged men in ragged clothes& w% \- \' A6 @- c2 r0 m+ R2 V- O! {
8 p/ A4 m' i9 i( J5 U4 [! }; bThe silver thorn of bloody rose+ [% l$ f. t2 z9 x5 c8 \
5 e2 `2 y% ?6 g0 l8 g+ FLie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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, H& N' O2 E* W& H9 q; UNow I think I know$ B( N4 N p) _: ^. a( l. S
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What you tried to say to me
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0 P% q) v7 N8 y* ]- M8 a; i7 c s( uAnd how you tried to set them free, P& {# V9 u9 W: o" T* m3 L$ s! L
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+ N4 q" `" n7 }; l1 ~# |4 R. ]8 vThey're not listening still5 W- S1 `1 u! z& B c
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Perhaps they never will
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