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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

(Angels) Come, to the window, do you know
Us know? Have we changed? Have you seen us
Before? Do you remember ago
You summoned us across the high
Of sleep, and bid us appear.
You called, we came, we every night,
Like in solution coming clear,
Until your dream was sharp enough and
To you with stabs of appetite.

(Michael) Is this the moment in my when
The messengers of prepare
The usual specimen,
Some lonely little starving there,
And him with the fruits of solitaire?
Is this my of bread and fishes?
This the mystery of answered
Is this my table laid golden dishes?

(Angels) Let us not say prayer, just say wishes.
stand there dreaming, let us in,
It all that easy getting here. We had
To metamorphosize at a hundred
Thousand 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 countless times we
Manifesting as
Elements of chaos in the
before
We had a chance to be unborn
As shadowy particals in of light --
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 peace on earth. a few
do. Or you can ask for peace of mind.
It's very rare but had one or two.
Or ask human suffering unwind
And justify by what's behind.
Too abstract -- off the beaten track.
We'd like to have this 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 send her

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Angels) Yes!

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

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

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

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

(Angels) close his eyes and keep his lips apart

(Everyone) And he have 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 again
So boring. Everyone's everyone
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, gold and silver light to spill
On anxious and frightened boys like you,
All brooding on some window sill.
But one condition remains to fill.
One term before the 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 heart's desire ... 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) you agree?

(Michael) Yes, yes, I agree.

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