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Brothers in arms,
Brothers at heart
Tell me, where do I start?
Sentimental, kind, full of life,
Loved by his majesty's devoted wife.
In the shadows, in the light,
Never will he give up the fight.
Loyal, lover, believer, tis Aramis.
In Whispers, in dreams, in silhouettes of bliss,
His stolen kisses and his silent prayers,
In the name of love, he avidly dares.
Next tis Athos, Comte de La Fere,
A great burden his heart has had to bear.
In pain, in sorrow,
The fears of tomorrow,
Battered, tormented, not yet shattered,
He asks: what truly mattered?
Milady De Winter, his wife, a rose.
Her heart through time and crime had froze.
Now tis Porthos, spirited and passionate.
Shrouded in lies, a past deemed unfortunate
Fearless, inseparable,
Duty bound and unbreakable.
Last but not least, a Gascon, young and bold.
Commissioned, tutored, welcomed into the fold.
A musketeer held very dear
By Madam Bonacieux who sheds not a tear,
Save for d'Artagnan, her one true love.
On a pedestal he raises her up above,
Like a shining star,
An Angel from afar.
Brothers in arms,
Brothers at heart.
All for one and one for all,
The musketeers answer the urgent call.
When duty beckons and all seems doomed to fail,
In the name of friendship, a brother's bond will always prevail.