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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 summoned us across the high
Of sleep, and bid us appear.
You called, we came, we every night,
Like crystals in solution clear,
Until your dream was enough and bright
To you with stabs of appetite.

(Michael) Is the moment in my story when
The messengers of destiny
The historic specimen,
Some little hero starving there,
And feed him with the of solitaire?
Is this my miracle of and fishes?
the mystery of answered prayer?
Is this my laid with golden dishes?

(Angels) Let us not say prayer, just say wishes.
Don't there dreaming, let us in,
It all that easy getting here. We had
To metamorphosize at least a
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 countless times we spent
aimlessly as
Elements of chaos in the
Anti-universe
We even had a chance to be
As shadowy particals in streams of --
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 on earth. There's a few
do. Or you can ask for peace of mind.
It's very but we've had one or two.
Or ask human suffering unwind
And justify itself by behind.
Too -- somewhat off the beaten track.
We'd like to have this contract and signed.
Then we must get back -- ask for you lack
And we will you, sweet insomniac.

(Michael) Well could I have to love?

(Angels) You can

(Michael) Can I send her

(Angels) We written it down.

(Michael) Then I call her back again?

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

(Michael) Could I write whatever's in my

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

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

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

(Michael) I could 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
Your famous is like an onion,
All layers and layers of distress
All gathered rings round nothingness.

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

(Angels) Yes!

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

(Troupe) But could he write in his heart?

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

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

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

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

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

(Everyone) O Jesus, not the heart, the heart
So boring. Everyone's like
Your famous heart is an onion,
All and layers of wild distress
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 night is ending, we have duties
Still, much gold and silver to spill
On anxious girls and frightened boys you,
All deeply on some window sill.
But one condition remains to fill.
One before the heart begins to play
With other the music of its will.

(Michael) If I agree?

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

(Michael) All my desire ... let's 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 remember ago
You summoned us across the high
Of sleep and bid us appear.