Gone is the romance that was so divine.
'tis broken & cannot be mended.
You must go your way,
& I must go mine.
But now that our love dreams have ended...
What'll I do
When you are far away
& I am blue
What'll I do?
What'll I do?
When I am wond'ring who
Is kissing you
What'll I do?
What'll I do with just a photograph
To tell my troubles to?
When I'm alone
With only dreams of you
That won't come true
What'll I do?
Irving Berlin
1924
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