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[ti:Strange Fruit] |
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[ar:Cassandra Wilson] |
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[al:Coming Forth by Day] |
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[offset:0] |
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Strange Fruit - Cassandra Wilson |
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Southern trees bear 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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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 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 cry |
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