[00:21.65] Southern trees bare a strange fruit
[00:34.87] Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
[00:49.52] Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
[00:59.41] Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
[01:26.31] Pastoral scene of the gallant south
[01:31.84] The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
[01:38.16] Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
[01:46.72] Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
[01:53.32] Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
[01:59.53] For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
[02:07.41] For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
[02:21.27] Here is a strage and bitter crop
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