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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

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

(Michael) Is this the in my story when
The messengers of destiny
The historic specimen,
Some lonely little starving there,
And feed him the fruits of solitaire?
Is this my miracle of bread and
This the mystery of prayer?
Is this my table laid with golden

(Angels) Let us not say prayer, just say wishes.
stand there dreaming, let us in,
It wasn't all that easy here. We had
To at least a hundred
Thousand 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
of chaos in the undifferentiated
Anti-universe
We even had a to be unborn
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
That do. Or you can ask for 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 have contract sealed and signed.
Then we must get back -- ask for what you
And we will leave you, insomniac.

(Michael) Well could I someone to love?

(Angels) You can

(Michael) Can I send her

(Angels) We written it down.

(Michael) could I call her back again?

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

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

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

(Michael) And could I sing in my heart?

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

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

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

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

(Angels) Yes!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Everyone) O Jesus, not the heart, the again
So boring. like everyone
famous 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 night is ending, we have duties
Still, gold and silver light to spill
On anxious girls and frightened like you,
All deeply on some window sill.
But one there remains to fill.
One term before the begins to play
other hearts the music 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 ... let's the part
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 summoned us the high frontier
Of sleep and bid us appear.