Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held on the last night on earth.
Our mouths with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of but we knew everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the seasons lay,
and the smell of burning 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 that wore like an wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the of the unborn
as the ferris silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the of the maelstrom and asked
if you would me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are like snow."
There is in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty,
bitter elegies of 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 mystery of and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found scratched
into the earth a message.

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