Sylvia Plath (1933- 1963)

You have bitten on the plum of sadness
Bitter berries are a [bad word] you know
Dying is an art you find so easy
Poetry - a world where you let [bad word] with me and dance under the [bad word] with me and play among the stars
Masquerade upon a flight of fancy
No-one really knowing who you are...

So try to set your spirit free
Fly beyond your destiny
To a special place where dreams [bad word] [bad word] ..

Lady [bad word] - arise from ashes
Freedom flowin’ through your scarlet hair
Tho’ your suit be burned - it doesn’t matter
Men in black - you eat up like thin air
Winter trees are standing bare and lonely
Summer - it may [bad word] again
Seems your life is caught inside a bell-jar
Can your broken heart break free from pain?

So try to set your spirit free
Fly beyond your destiny
To a special place where dreams [bad word] [bad word] ..