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”When I was just a little girlI asked my mother, what will I beWill I be pretty, will I be richHere’s what she said to me. Que Sera, Sera,Whatever will be, will beThe future’s not ours, to seeQue Sera, SeraWhat will be, will be. When I was young, I fell in loveI asked my sweetheart what lies aheadWill we have rainbows, day after dayHere’s what my sweetheart said. Que Sera, Sera,Whatever will be, will beThe future’s not ours, to seeQue Sera, SeraWhat will…
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