She wished to be a punk rocker with flowers in her hair.
He prayed for her to be the one, so he could listen and see her daily.
But then, the residents of the world don’t live by their wishes. They rely on prayers.
How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each prayer accepted, each wish resigned?
