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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

(Angels) Come, sleeper to the window, do you
Us know? Have we changed? Have you us here
Before? Do you long ago
You summoned us across the high
Of sleep, and bid us appear.
You called, we came, we waited night,
Like crystals in solution clear,
Until your dream was 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 little hero starving there,
And feed him the fruits of solitaire?
Is this my miracle of and fishes?
This the of answered prayer?
Is this my laid with golden dishes?

(Angels) Let us not say prayer, let's say wishes.
Don't stand dreaming, let us in,
It wasn't all that getting here. We had
To metamorphosize at least a
Thousand times through all the realms of
Sense, just to get us the astral, to
The mental, to the and the dense.
And that's not countless times we spent
Manifesting as
Elements of chaos in the
before
We had a chance to be unborn
As shadowy particals in 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 but we've had one or two.
Or ask that human unwind
And justify by what's behind.
Too abstract -- off the beaten track.
We'd to have this contract sealed and signed.
Then we must get -- ask for what you lack
And we will leave you, insomniac.

(Michael) Well I have 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 whatever's in my

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

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

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

(Michael) I have my heart's 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 again
So boring. Everyone's everyone
Your heart is like an onion,
All layers and layers of distress
All gathered rings round nothingness.

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

(Angels) Yes!

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

(Troupe) But could he write whatever's in his

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

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

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

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

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

(Everyone) O Jesus, not the heart, the heart
So boring. Everyone's everyone
Your famous heart is 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 night is ending, we have duties
Still, much and silver light to spill
On anxious and frightened boys like you,
All brooding on some window sill.
But one condition there to fill.
One before the heart begins to play
With other hearts the of its will.

(Michael) If I don't

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

(Angels) Then you

(Michael) Yes, yes, I agree.

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