Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the last on earth.
Our filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew floated
the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved the sea
and the shattered lay,
and the smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and them into shapes
of stars wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the of the unborn
as the wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects away in hopes of a better pastime.
I you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my wasn't good 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 down desperate 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 the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the we found salvation scratched
the earth like a message.

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