want to reach into the heavens.
On the blade, on the blade
of a hard life
I try to sleep.
Help me overcome my tongue,
make me clear as glass.
Ring the bells, ring the bells
in my bones.
Aida, you are the daughter
of darkness and light,
you are the queen
of the paths that shine.
Take me out of my broken state,
heal me so I can speak
with my hands
to you who are among the living.
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