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Sylvia, Sylvia Plath Soaked in the bathtub while I was pushing drugs with my dad Sylvia, Sylvia Plath Died with the lights off, I heard that doesn't hurt as much We loved her like a good book Sylvia, Sylvia Plath Told lies in sweet pairs and brushed fire into her hair Sylvia, Sylvia Plath Lay in her soft bed as soothing sleep touched her forehead From Letras Mania