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Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.  Just a few short weeks after emerging, the cicada infestation and their chorus slowly fades into oblivion.  With just enough time to sing, mate, and lay their eggs, the adults begin to die after completing what nature had intended for them.  Their bodies often pile up at the bases of trees where the smell of decomposition intensifies under the hot summer sun.  Predation, fungal infections, and inclement weather have also taken its toll on their once dense populations.  By early July, they will be all gone...  Leaving behind a memory of songs that won't be heard again for another 17 years......

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