[01:19.68]The Southern trees bear a strange fruit
[01:27.75]Blood on the leaves, and blood at the roots
[01:37.79]Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze
[01:45.84]Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees
[02:03.99]Pastoral scene of the 'Gallant South'
[02:12.07]The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
[02:21.18]Scent of magnolia, sweet and fresh
[02:29.28]Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
[02:38.30]Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
[02:45.53]For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
[02:54.67]For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
[03:09.16]Here is a strange and bitter crop...
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