Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the night on earth.
Our filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road into the sea
and the seasons 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 come crashing down the news of an intimate suicide.
We up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an 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 you at the apex of the maelstrom 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."
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 beyond the rim of the horizon
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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