Unwritten~*

Monday, August 15, 2005

When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother what would I be.

Would I be pretty, would I be rich?

Guess what she said to me.

Que sera sera, whatever would be would be.

The future’s not ours to see.

Que sera sera.

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