Que Sera

Whatever will be, we’ll see
This is what they said to me
Along the avenue of life
There will always be some strife
Sit with me and have some tea
Tell me would you agree?
That the blame lies with the wife
For her love carves like a steak knife
So I try and I plea
As I file for a decree
In pale moonlight I play my fife
For it to pass all this rife
I sit and ponder all that could be
Just you wait till I am free

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