Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the and under trees,
screaming dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of but we knew everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we walked through the waste the road curved into the sea
and the seasons lay,
and the smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an suicide.
We picked up the and formed them into shapes
of stars that like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past the hearts of the unborn
as the wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few skittered away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the of the maelstrom and asked
if you accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize my ticket wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang unrivaled beauty,
bitter of savagery and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we salvation scratched
into the earth a message.

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