Strange Fruit

Southern trees bear a strange fruit

Blood on the leaves and blood at the root

Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze

Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

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Pastoral scene of the gallant South

Bulging eyes and twisted mouth

The scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh

Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

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Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck

For the rain to gather

For the wind to suck

The sun to rot

For the trees to drop

Here is a strange and bitter crop

Here is a strange and bitter crop

Here is a strange and bitter crop

It's a bitter crop

It's a bitter crop