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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

(Angels) Come, sleeper to the window, do you
Us know? Have we changed? you seen us here
Before? Do you long ago
You summoned us the high frontier
Of sleep, and bid us appear.
You called, we came, we waited night,
crystals in solution coming clear,
Until your dream was sharp and bright
To waken you stabs of appetite.

(Michael) Is the moment in my story when
The messengers of prepare
The historic specimen,
Some lonely little starving there,
And feed him with the of solitaire?
Is my miracle of bread and fishes?
the mystery 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 easy getting here. We had
To at least a hundred
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 counting countless times we
aimlessly as
Elements of chaos in the
before
We had a chance to be unborn
As shadowy particals in streams of --
Now up, we haven't 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 rare but we've had one or two.
Or ask human suffering unwind
And justify itself by behind.
Too abstract -- somewhat off the track.
We'd to have this contract sealed and signed.
Then we must get back -- ask for you lack
And we will leave you, insomniac.

(Michael) could I have someone to love?

(Angels) You can

(Michael) Can I send her

(Angels) We have it down.

(Michael) Then I call her back again?

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

(Michael) Could I write in my heart?

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

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

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

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

(Angels) O Jesus, not the heart, the again
So boring. like everyone
famous heart is like an onion,
All layers and layers of wild
All gathered into rings nothingness.

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

(Angels) Yes!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Everyone) O Jesus, not the heart, the again
So boring. Everyone's like
Your famous is like an onion,
All and layers of wild distress
All into 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 many duties
Still, much gold and light to spill
On anxious girls and frightened boys you,
All brooding deeply on some sill.
But one there remains to fill.
One term before the heart begins to
other hearts the music of its will.

(Michael) If I don't

(Angels) Still you to pay
The ordinary price 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.