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Southern trees bear Strange Fruits Blood on the leaves, blood at the roots Black (belly's) body's swinging in the southern reek Strange fruit hanging from the popular tree. Past star will sing from the gallon south Bulging eyes and a twisted mouth Send up magnolia, sweet and fresh And the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is the fruit for the crows to pluck For (but) the rain to gather for the wind to suck For the sun to rot for the tree to drop Here is the strange and bitter crop. |