Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the last on earth.
Our mouths with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark the leaves.
It was on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the 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 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 wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel silently to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the and asked
if you would accompany me in a fall,
but you made me that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The are falling like snow."
is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter of savagery and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran down streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the
and the darkness is a of curves and lines.
Still, we lay the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we salvation scratched
into the earth a message.

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