Southern trees bare a strange fruit
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Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
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Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
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Strange fruit hanging from the popular trees
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Pastoral scene of the gallant south
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The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth
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Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh
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Then the sudden smell of burning flesh
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Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
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For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
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For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop
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Here is a strage and bitter cry
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Strange Fruit
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| India.Arie |
