* dead girl sings *
In my head the dead girl sings
No Sylvia Plath was she
Just a darling girl who could scribe a popular tune
She died going for a swim
Such a pointless waste
Make one think become an atheist
Her music is still there to hear
Her friends and admirers meet
By an empty bench
in Berkerly square.
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