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 dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the of town but we knew everyone floated
along the of the river.
So we through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered lay,
and the bitter smell of was on you like a disease.
In our of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down the news of an intimate suicide.
We up the shards 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 wheel slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in hopes of a pastime.
I kissed you at the of the maelstrom and asked
if you would me in a quick fall,
but you made me realize my ticket wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang with beauty,
bitter of savagery 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
into the earth a message.

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