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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
Do you remember long ago
You summoned us the high frontier
Of sleep, and bid us appear.
You called, we came, we every night,
Like crystals in coming clear,
Until your was sharp enough and bright
To you with stabs of appetite.

(Michael) Is this the moment in my when
The messengers of prepare
The usual specimen,
Some lonely little starving there,
And him with the fruits of solitaire?
Is this my miracle of and fishes?
the mystery of answered 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 easy getting here. We had
To metamorphosize at a hundred
Thousand times all the dreary realms of
Sense, just to get us the astral, to
The mental, to the and the dense.
And that's not counting countless we spent
Manifesting as
Elements of in the undifferentiated
before
We even had a chance to be
As shadowy particals in streams of --
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
do. Or you can ask for peace of mind.
It's very rare but had one or two.
Or ask that human unwind
And justify by what's behind.
Too abstract -- somewhat off the track.
We'd like to this contract sealed and signed.
we must get back -- ask for what you lack
And we leave you, sweet insomniac.

(Michael) Well I have someone to love?

(Angels) You can

(Michael) Can I send her

(Angels) We have it down.

(Michael) could I call her back again?

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

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

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

(Michael) And could I sing in my heart?

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

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

(Angels) O Jesus, not the heart, the heart
So boring. Everyone's like
Your famous 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, where do I

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

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

(Troupe) And could he sing whatever's in his

(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 again
So boring. Everyone's everyone
famous heart is like an onion,
All and layers of wild 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, gold and silver light to spill
On anxious girls and frightened like you,
All brooding deeply on window sill.
But one there remains to fill.
One before the heart begins to play
With other hearts the of its will.

(Michael) If I agree?

(Angels) you have to pay
The ordinary price that 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) you agree?

(Michael) Yes, yes, I agree.

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