Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone
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 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 into shapes
of stars that wore like an wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the of the unborn
as the ferris wheel slowed to a stop.
The few insects away in hopes of a better pastime.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and
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."
is poetry 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 somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
and the darkness is a mystery of and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and slowly outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we salvation scratched
the earth like a message.

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