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When I was Gjust a Gmaj7little G6girl,
I asked my mother, "What will I D7be?
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?"
D7Here's what she said to Gme
"Que Csera, sera
Whatever will Gbe, will be
The future's not D7ours to see
Que sera, Gsera
What will D7be, will Gbe"
When I grew Gup and Gmaj7fell in G6love
I asked my sweetheart, "What lies a D7head?
Will we have rainbows day after day?"
D7Here's what my sweetheart Gsaid
"Que Csera, sera
Whatever will Gbe, will be
The future's not D7hours to see
Que sera, Gsera
What will D7be, will Gbe"
Now I have Gchildren Gmaj7of my G6own
They ask their mother, "What will I D7be?"
Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?"
D7I tell them tender Gly
"Que Csera, sera
Whatever will Gbe, will be
The future's not D7ours to see
Que sera, Gsera
What will D7be, will Gbe
Que D7sera, Gsera"
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