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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

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

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

(Angels) Let us not say prayer, just say wishes.
Don't there dreaming, let us in,
It wasn't all that easy here. We had
To at least a hundred
times 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
aimlessly as
Elements of in the undifferentiated
before
We even had a chance to be
As shadowy particals in streams of --
Now hurry up, we 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 on earth. There's a few
do. Or you can ask for peace of mind.
It's rare but we've had one or two.
Or ask that suffering unwind
And justify itself by behind.
Too abstract -- somewhat off the track.
We'd like to have this contract and signed.
we must get back -- ask for what you lack
And we will leave you, insomniac.

(Michael) Well could I someone to love?

(Angels) You can

(Michael) Can I her away?

(Angels) We have it down.

(Michael) Then I call her back again?

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

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

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

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

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

(Michael) I could have my desire when
And where and how my heart it?
And could I bring the world to my heart?

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

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

(Angels) Yes!

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

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

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

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

(Angels) He'll close his eyes and his lips apart

(Everyone) And could he his heart's desire when
And and how his heart desires it?

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

(Everyone) O Jesus, not the heart, the heart
So boring. like everyone
Your famous is like an onion,
All layers and layers of wild
All gathered rings 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 is ending, we have many 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 term before the heart begins to
With other hearts the of its will.

(Michael) If I agree?

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

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

(Angels) a package.

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

(Angels) a bitch.

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

(Angels) Then you

(Michael) Yes, yes, I agree.

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