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,
screaming like dogs, bleeding into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone
the bottom of the river.
So we through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a runner."
The sky had crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the and formed them into shapes
of stars 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 skittered 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 that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I alone.
You said, "The are falling like snow."
There is poetry in despair, and we sang unrivaled beauty,
elegies of savagery and eloquence.
Of and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere the rim of the horizon
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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