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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

(Angels) Come, to the window, do you know
Us Have we changed? Have you seen us here
Before? Do you remember ago
You summoned us across the high
Of sleep, and bid us appear.
You called, we came, we waited night,
Like crystals in coming clear,
Until dream was sharp enough and bright
To waken you with of appetite.

(Michael) Is the moment in my story when
The of destiny prepare
The usual specimen,
Some lonely little starving there,
And feed him the fruits of solitaire?
Is this my miracle of bread and
the mystery of answered prayer?
Is this my table with golden dishes?

(Angels) Let us not say prayer, let's say wishes.
Don't stand dreaming, let us in,
It all that easy getting here. We had
To metamorphosize at a hundred
Thousand through all the dreary realms of
Sense, just to get us the astral, to
The mental, to the and the dense.
And not counting countless times we spent
Manifesting as
of chaos in the undifferentiated
Anti-universe
We even had a chance to be
As particals in streams of light --
Now up, we haven't got all night!

(Michael) What am I to do?

(Angels) Ask for something.

(Michael) I think.

(Angels) on darling.

(Michael) me!

(Angels) You can ask for peace on earth. a few
That do. Or you can ask for of mind.
very rare but we've had one or two.
Or ask human suffering unwind
And itself by what's behind.
Too -- somewhat off the beaten track.
We'd to have this contract sealed and signed.
Then we get back -- ask for what you lack
And we leave you, sweet insomniac.

(Michael) Well could I have someone to

(Angels) You can

(Michael) Can I send her

(Angels) We written it down.

(Michael) Then could I call her back

(Angels) You can, you merry-go-man.

(Michael) Could I whatever's in my heart?

(Angels) It's on desk, the writer's mighty pen.

(Michael) And I sing whatever's in my heart?

(Angels) Just close your and keep your lips apart.

(Michael) I could my heart's desire when
And and how my heart desires it?
And could I the whole world to my heart?

(Angels) O Jesus, not the heart, the heart
So boring. Everyone's like
Your famous heart is an onion,
All and layers of wild distress
All gathered into round nothingness.

(Michael) But can I have it, can I it?

(Angels) Yes!

(Michael) If woman, and song are mine
The rest will come, do I sign?

(Troupe) But he write whatever's in his heart?

(Angels) on his desk, the writer's mighty pen.

(Troupe) And he sing whatever's in his heart?

(Angels) close his eyes and keep his lips apart

(Everyone) And could he have his heart's desire
And where and how his heart it?

(Michael) And could I bring the whole to my heart?

(Everyone) O Jesus, not the heart, the again
So boring. like everyone
Your famous is like an onion,
All layers and layers of distress
All gathered into round nothingness.

(Michael) But can I it?

(Troupe) Can he it?

(Angels) Yes!

(Michael) Can I it?

(Troupe) Can he it?

(Everyone) Yes!

(Angels) The night is ending, we have duties
Still, much gold and silver light to
On anxious girls and frightened like you,
All deeply on some window sill.
But one condition remains to fill.
One before the heart begins to play
With other hearts the of its will.

(Michael) If I don't

(Angels) you have to pay
The price that humans pay...
suff'ring, joy, redemption, and decay!

(Michael) All my heart's desire ... let's keep the
joy.

(Angels) a package.

(Michael) ...Suffering, redemption, and decay!

(Angels) a bitch.

(Michael) I have to get sleep, I'm opening
night.

(Angels) Then you

(Michael) Yes, yes, I agree.

(Angels) ...Do you remember ago
You us across the high frontier
Of and bid us urgently appear.