After being underground for 17 years Cicadas come out to mate, lay their eggs and then die. They sing for joy for that brief period of time.
Those cicadas sing Love songs, their hearts overflow With joy for short time Humans are fill with deep fear Facing death after many, many years
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After being underground for 17 years Cicadas come out to mate, lay their eggs and then die. They sing for joy for that brief period of time.