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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
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 dream was sharp and bright
To waken you stabs of appetite.

(Michael) Is this the moment in my when
The of destiny prepare
The historic specimen,
lonely little hero starving there,
And him with the fruits of solitaire?
Is this my miracle of and fishes?
This the mystery of answered
Is this my table with golden dishes?

(Angels) Let us not say prayer, let's say wishes.
stand there dreaming, let us in,
It wasn't all that easy here. We had
To metamorphosize at a hundred
Thousand times all the dreary realms of
Sense, to get us from the astral, to
The mental, to the and the dense.
And not counting countless times we spent
Manifesting as
Elements of 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) 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
That do. Or you can ask for of mind.
very rare but we've had one or two.
Or ask that human unwind
And justify itself by behind.
Too -- somewhat off the beaten track.
We'd like to this contract sealed and signed.
Then we must get back -- ask for you lack
And we will you, sweet insomniac.

(Michael) Well could I someone to love?

(Angels) You can

(Michael) Can I her away?

(Angels) We written it down.

(Michael) Then could I call her again?

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

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

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

(Michael) And could I sing in my heart?

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

(Michael) I could have my heart's when
And where and how my 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 famous is like an onion,
All layers and layers of wild
All into rings round nothingness.

(Michael) But can I have it, can I 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 writer's pen.

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

(Angels) close his eyes and keep his lips apart

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

(Michael) And could I bring the whole world to my

(Everyone) O Jesus, not the heart, the heart
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 many duties
Still, much gold and silver light to
On girls and frightened boys like you,
All brooding on some window sill.
But one condition there to fill.
One term before the heart begins to
With other hearts the of its will.

(Michael) If I agree?

(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 remember ago
You us across the high frontier
Of sleep and bid us appear.