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Poem - End Of The Earth

You sang as you sat on the dusty red carpet  by your side of my bed The music you played, It spread and misled, and yet I could hear  the promise you made: "I'll love you, my dear, 'till the end of the earth." B ut your world was so small and the end was, in fact, less far than we thought: A bus and a train, an hour or so, that's how long it took  to gather your thoughts. The river your crossed, to take yourself out of the life I rearranged  to make room for us. Elsewhere on this earth,  Below southern skies A man bleeds and burns. Without fear,  he cries: "How fast did it travel, this bullet you shot? How small, oh, how small Is this blighted earth?"