Luyện nghe bài hát [Untitled]

We held hands on the night on earth.
Our mouths with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the of town but we knew everyone floated
the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the where the road curved into the sea
and the seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a runner."
The sky had come crashing 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 broke the hearts of the
as the ferris silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away in of a better pastime.
I you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
if you would accompany me in a fall,
but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't 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 streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated 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 found salvation
the earth like a message.

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