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No Moat is that Wide
Keen Graff is so breet
Ein niederdeutsches Gedicht · A Low Saxon (Low German) Poem
Klaus Groth, Quickborn, 1856 · English:
Reinhard F. Hahn
No
moat is that wide,
and no wall is that high.
If two are in love
they will meet by and by. |
No
weather’s that awful. That dark is no night.
If two want to meet,
they can go without light, |
For
there are still moonlight
and stars up above.
They light up the way,
just as long as there’s love. |
There’s
always a ladder,
a stile and a way.
If two are in love
they will not go astray. |
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