there’s nothing left but wait, — the moments, dates, and hours,
When time will claim its due, when lights appear the night;
decision comes at last, when pain will lose its powers,
And seemingly on its own, the answer will shine bright.
I know how very tough it is—again, once more, anew,
The seconds and the hours loop, to roll through passing dates;
All words, all thoughts, all glances, all choices, contemplations,
and think, teeth clenched so tight,—there’s nothing left but wait.
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only wait. with hebrew version
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