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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

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

(Michael) Is this the moment in my story
The messengers of prepare
The historic specimen,
Some little hero starving there,
And feed him the fruits of solitaire?
Is this my miracle of and fishes?
This the mystery of answered
Is this my table laid with 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, to get us from the astral, to
The mental, to the and the dense.
And that's not counting countless we spent
Manifesting as
Elements of chaos in the
before
We had a chance to be unborn
As particals in streams of light --
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 peace on earth. a few
do. Or you can ask for peace of mind.
It's very rare but had one or two.
Or ask that suffering unwind
And itself by what's behind.
Too abstract -- off the beaten track.
We'd like to this contract sealed and signed.
Then we must get -- ask for what you lack
And we will you, sweet insomniac.

(Michael) Well could I someone to love?

(Angels) You can

(Michael) Can I her away?

(Angels) We written it down.

(Michael) Then could I her back again?

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

(Michael) Could I write in my heart?

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

(Michael) And could I sing whatever's in my

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

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

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

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

(Angels) Yes!

(Michael) If woman, heart and 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 could he sing in his heart?

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

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

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

(Everyone) O Jesus, not the heart, the again
So boring. Everyone's everyone
Your heart is like an onion,
All layers and layers of distress
All gathered into rings 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 there to fill.
One term before the begins to play
With hearts the music of its will.

(Michael) If I don't

(Angels) Still you to pay
The ordinary 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 some sleep, I'm
night.

(Angels) Then you

(Michael) Yes, yes, I agree.

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