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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…
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