Three weeks back, Nora Black was finishing her drink All alone and on her own, she couldn't help but think So she took the can for her plan, what she did then was this: It seems she wrote a little note, and she sealed it with a kiss Hello there, I'm Nora, and I'm 13 years old I like paper planes, and all things red, and the winter 'cause it's cold I'm also into comic books and silent films too But I'm always kind of lonely so I'd like a friend like you Can in hand, Nora planned to send it far away Some pictures, too, to give a view into her every day Launched on the sea, so carefully, from Nora's rusty beach On that seaside, she thought with pride of the people she could reach Hello there, I'm Nora, and I'm 13 years old I like paper planes, and all things red, and the winter 'cause it's cold I'm also into comic books and silent films too But I'm always kind of lonely so I'd like a friend like you With some luck, the note washed up in the distant southern seas Where they couldn't read, but they believed Nora wrote of prophecies The island's king ordered the building of a Nora Worship Shrine Her pictures, her note, and her cola can boat were regarded as divine "Hello there, I'm Nora, and now I'm a goddess It's pretty fun, there's no hard work, but I have to wear a dress Everyone looks up to me, which gives me quite a fright But now I've got a lot of friends, so I guess it's all all right." As for holy Nora, she went back to her world Comic books and paper planes, a lonely teenage girl Unaware of her religion, this is where her story ends It's too bad that they never met, I'm sure they would have made good friends