I heard the earth shake

And clearly, so did you.

And from this cottage we’re building

On our own little hill

With each room that we’re gilding

The shaking ground will

Rattle and crack our pastoral ceiling; 

Why can’t it stand still?

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I heard the sky leak

And clearly, so did you.

The house that we built still stands.

A miracle, just built well,

But we don’t know all that broke and

Just how much that fell;

There’s time to take stock, pen in hand

Now it’s too hard to tell.

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I see the sun rise,

And I hope that you do too. 

In a time to take stock, look around

Look back 

And forward

There’s nobody I’d rather have in each of those views

Than you.