(Irving Berlin)
Gone is the romance that was so divine
'Tis broken and cannot be mended
You must go your way and I must go mine
But now that our love dreams have ended
What'll I do
When you are far away
And I am blue
What'll I do
What'll I do
When I am wondering 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
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
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