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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 just a child in school, I asked my teacher, "What will I try? Should I paint pictures? Should I sing songs?"
This was her wise reply:
"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 grew up and 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.
Que sera, sera!"
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