Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and trees,
screaming like dogs, dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the of town but we knew everyone floated
the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved the sea
and the seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the
as the ferris wheel slowed to a stop.
The few skittered away in hopes 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 that my 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 down desperate streets and carved our in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a of curves and lines.
Still, we lay the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation
the earth like a message.

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