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I get to know |
| The cave fell away, | |
| I was standing in the sun -- | |
| in the real world now. | |
| Ineens viel de grot | Die Höhle fiel weg |
| weg en stond ik in de zon -- | und ich stand in der Sonne -- |
| de echte wereld. | in der echten Welt. |
| The shadows are thin, | |
| they're spectators of the world -- | |
| outside their cavern. | |
| Magere schimmen, | Die Schatten sind dünn, |
| toeschouwers van de wereld -- | Zuschauer der Welt außer- |
| buiten hun spelonk. | halb ihrer Höhle. |
| His farewell wishes | |
| were: take good care of yourself -- | |
| and one another. | |
| Ten afscheid vroeg hij | Zum Abschied bat er |
| ons om goed te zorgen voor -- | uns, gut aufzupassen auf -- |
| onszelf en elkaar. | uns und einander. |
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The voyage is turbulent |
| Tribute to Plato | 5-7-5 |
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