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