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Septembris 11., 2009
nitachikita | 17:46 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.
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