Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held on the last night on earth.
Our filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the of town but we knew everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered lay,
and the smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a runner."
The sky had crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique dress.
The echoes of the broke the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in of a better pastime.
I you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize my ticket wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The are falling like snow."
There is in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the
and the is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found scratched
into the like a message.

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