[00:03.82]Southern trees bear a strange fruit
[00:12.07]Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
[00:22.49]Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
[00:30.09]Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
[00:39.19]Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
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[01:25.73]Pastoral scene of the gallant south
[01:32.54]The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
[01:42.98]Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
[01:51.56]Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
[02:00.15]Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
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[02:25.60]Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
[02:31.40]For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
[02:37.62]For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
[02:48.58]Here is a strange and bitter crop
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