At the beginning they are overwhelmed.
Whatever I do their eyes sparkle, their hearts go crazy.
They bring me flowers and presents.
They sacrifice success and affection only to please me.
The more I mistreat them, the more they adore me.
They say they can't live without me. They cry, seeking for a caress of mine.
But they are unstable creatures and soon their devotion vanishes, their glances become dull, their hearts harden, it looks like they have no more memory of the bond they struggled so hard to create.
Sometimes though, some of them leave something before they go back to their human lives, they call it Music...
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