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STING - STRANGE FRUIT (Billie Holiday) |
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Southern trees bear 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 poplar trees. |
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Pastoral scene of the gallant South |
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Bulging eyes and the twisted mouth |
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Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh |
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And the sudden smell of burning flesh. |
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Here is the 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 strange and bitter crop. |