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Into the well, I cast a humble pray’r

and though I’ll not reveal the wish I made,

our eyes, they met and we a moment shar’d,

wherein my silent want was well convey’d.

Before we met, I had no yearnings borne

for fairytale romance or courtship’s glee,

but O! the summer breeze! thy breeches torn!

I have no doubt thou art my destiny!

Though we’ve each other only moments known,

my heart doth fling fair Logic now away!

I beg thee, take my favour for thine own –

perchance to call upon me soon, I pray!

For long before we had a chance to start,

thy absence left an aching in my heart.

Carly Rae Jepsen, ‘Call Me Maybe’