[01:10.80] Southern trees bear a strange fruit
[01:18.14] Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
[01:26.12] Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze
[01:34.27] Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
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[01:50.21] Pastoral scene of the gallant South
[01:58.33] The bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth
[02:06.12] Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
[02:14.34] Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh
[02:22.51] Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
[02:29.45] For the rain to gather
[02:33.28] For the wind to suck
[02:37.50] For the sun to rot
[02:41.38] For the tree to drop
[02:51.58] Here is a strange and bitter crop
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