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When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here's what she said to me
Que Sera, Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be
When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said
Que Sera, Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly
Que Sera, Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be
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