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By a stream perhaps
On some idle hill
We stopped
Let the wind play with our hair.
Hair on skin stood; rigid in its interest
We lay
As the sun set a new hope shone
I saw it in your eyes
Light faded
We lit a fire within ourselves
Burning that which we did not need
Pushing from our lips
A new verse
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It's the 2nd stanza...I think I would rework the 2nd stanza. It is - contradictory, I think. The first 2 lines (well, why not, the other two as well) of 2nd stanza. Just this girls opinion,
