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 the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the seasons lay,
and the bitter of burning was on you like a disease.
In our of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed into shapes
of that wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past the hearts of the unborn
as the ferris wheel slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and
if you accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The cinders are falling snow."
is poetry 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 somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the and drifted slowly outward,
and somewhere in the we found salvation scratched
into the like a message.

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