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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
Before? Do you long ago
You us across the high frontier
Of sleep, and bid us appear.
You called, we came, we every night,
crystals in solution coming clear,
Until your dream was sharp enough and
To waken you stabs of appetite.

(Michael) Is this the moment in my when
The messengers of destiny
The historic specimen,
lonely little hero starving there,
And feed him with the fruits of
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, let's say wishes.
stand there dreaming, let us in,
It wasn't all easy getting here. We had
To metamorphosize at least a
times through 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 times we spent
aimlessly as
Elements of in the undifferentiated
Anti-universe
We had a chance to be unborn
As shadowy in streams of light --
Now hurry up, we got all night!

(Michael) am I supposed 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.
It's very but we've had one or two.
Or ask that human unwind
And justify itself by behind.
Too abstract -- off the beaten track.
We'd to have this contract sealed and signed.
Then we must get back -- ask for what you
And we leave you, sweet insomniac.

(Michael) Well could I have someone to

(Angels) You can

(Michael) Can I her away?

(Angels) We have it down.

(Michael) Then could I 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 whatever's in my heart?

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

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

(Angels) O Jesus, not the heart, the heart
So boring. like everyone
Your famous heart is an onion,
All layers and layers of distress
All gathered into rings 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 could he 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 and keep his lips apart

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

(Michael) And could I the whole 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 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 night is ending, we have duties
Still, much gold and light to spill
On anxious girls and frightened boys you,
All brooding on some window sill.
But one there remains to fill.
One term before the heart begins to
With 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 some sleep, I'm
night.

(Angels) you agree?

(Michael) Yes, yes, I agree.

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