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When I was just a little girl |
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I asked my Mother, "What will I be? |
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Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?" |
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Here's what she said to me: |
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"Oue sera sera, Whatever will be, will be. |
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The future's not ours to see. |
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Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." |
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When I grew up and fell in love |
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I asked my lover, "What will I be? |
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Will I have rainbows Day after day" |
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Here's what my lover said: |
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"Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be. |
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The future's not ours to see. |
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Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." |
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Now I have children of my own, |
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They ask their Mother, "What will I be? |
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Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?" |
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I tell them tenderly: |
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"Que sera sera, Whatever will be, will be. |
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The future's not ours to see. |
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Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." |
