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Porthos and d'Artagnan looked, while shaking their heads, like men caught in a destitute condition. Aramis smiled, and took from his breast a diamond cross, suspended from his neck by a string of beads.
The water shall be your mirror,
If it is smooth you will see,
How many fairytales remain for you,
And you will plead for your redemption - Rammstein ' Alter Mann'