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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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曲：Dan Mclean
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编曲：John laudon
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吉他：Dodong Fuego) \ {! t" b' Z9 r) {8 L
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长笛：Charlie
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Starry starry night
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7 S/ {: ]$ {0 t$ ?Paint your palette blue and grey
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' `" s& W- C) o& `! ^. DLook out on a summer's day
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With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
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E7 ?4 Z" z* P$ g! bShadows on the hills
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Sketch the trees and the daffodils
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Catch the breeze and the winter chills$ }" m; E, ?, n4 b2 L3 d
. j. @9 d. }4 z; P4 s( PAnd colors on the snowy linen land
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Now I understand
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4 t3 I) T4 e: g# G- E: p" uWhat you tried to say to me
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8 G* @; e z& I6 w0 T3 Z8 W; p7 l2 h& vAnd how you suffered for your sanity, F1 V4 E" \$ u& G
' x& V& c) D9 } W; P. gAnd how you tried to set them free
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- L! i0 V) n8 ]& m7 M9 }- oThey did not listen
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They did not know how3 B/ r& S/ q2 d/ t
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3 s$ S/ i% p( ?6 ]# v1 fStarry starry night" n, U6 |8 |, V- e% B
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Flaming flowers that brightly blaze) d7 }% ?' I/ u& C
4 b( a' c' ]+ {! W/ ^. w" R0 ~Swirling clouds in violet haze* b' l8 l9 c0 ~0 G" n6 F
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Reflect in Vincent's eyes of China blue
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4 h2 H, T- M, N" G: LColors changing hue# D6 `4 B) v( O0 v# k
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Morning fields of amber grain# M4 P8 h1 u* u* h
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Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
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; t' @- `0 b! r# b# h2 O2 K; KAnd 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 listen4 g0 ?0 z7 z9 K/ P+ \
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0 V. l; \* G. R9 K4 C: h; t! GPerhaps they'll listen now. E, t& |: s: l g, ?$ X
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For they could not love you
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! y0 {2 {" \3 R" M* xBut still your love was true
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( [' |0 W* O, E1 a" |' ]When no hope was left in sight4 e' S) D4 E6 k, N$ j" x
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On that starry starry night' o2 e$ P0 N+ g7 h$ X
5 Z* H! x& F4 t! |You took your life as lovers often do! }$ x' I. R) W6 _
1 L* S9 O @. }& q, v0 h) @But I could have told you Vincent- o8 @ J0 J; r7 v6 |
% O Q; x( Z8 G+ Y' ~, Z% [8 lThis world was never meant for one
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As beautiful as you6 q t3 x+ P" o5 O3 q
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# P: s* x. |2 ~4 ePortraits hung in empty halls
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8 a2 R1 u4 t9 A) v2 IFrameless heads on
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Nameless walls7 \& Q7 \5 }9 V6 w6 ]* M2 T
% k$ c$ O; q! x, D9 l) l/ t6 k m7 kWith eyes that watch the world and can't forget
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1 W7 U1 E4 n0 H: x6 LLike the stranger that you've met$ B2 F' h0 G' u$ @
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The ragged men in ragged clothes
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Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
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And how you tried to set them free
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They did not listen
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% W- l3 C4 w( I) v% k6 AThey're not listening still
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