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Southern trees

  Bearing strange fruit

Blood on the leaves

  And blood at the root

Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze

  Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallow south

And the bulging eyes and the twisted mouth

The scent of magnolia sweet and fresh

Then the sudden smell of burning flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck

For the rain to gather

For the wind to suck

For the sun to rot

For the trees to drop

Here is a strange and bitter crop