There were three musketeersOne is hiding with tearsSighing in silenceShe was longing for the presence She felt an outcast in their natterHalf-filled emotions she cannot utterOne musketeer is now aloneA fog is lifting at dawn She noticed the gap in betweenPloddingly dissipating in the sceneOne musketeer is now with a heavy heartSentiments that she would not want to impart She remains aloof from time to timeSteering clear that she might cross the lineOne musketeer is now in fearHer four-leaf clover might disappear  ...