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 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 curved into the sea
and the seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you a disease.
In our of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into
of stars that wore an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the
as the ferris silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling snow."
There is 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 mystery of and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found scratched
into the like a message.

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