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When Life Becomes a Curseby Zeev Kachol
(Translated by Uvi Poznansky) 1992
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When
life becomes a
curse
Like a stonemill you must heft No one's here to ask for help Not a single friend is left Then your soul is bitter, cleft. The children flew, one far, one distant... Four walls, the home is vacant How can you hug her, she is absent No one is left but memories Then the heavy burden slaps A man on the verge of his collapse. |
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