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Southern trees bear strange fruit There’s blood on the leaves There’s blood at the roots Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze There’s strange fruit hanging from the poplar tree The scenic view of the quiet south Those bulging eyes, the twisted mouth The scent of magnolia comes as sweet and fresh Suddenly the stench of black burning flesh Now here my friends Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck A tear for the rain to gather The roaring wind to suck For the Sun to rise And those trees to drop And I hear there’s a strange and bitter crop