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, bleeding dark the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we 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 cancer of you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them shapes
of stars wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a pastime.
I you at the apex 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 are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang unrivaled beauty,
bitter of savagery and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere 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 salvation scratched
into the earth a message.

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