Page:Kern, Good Morning Dearie, 1922.djvu/91

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Blues. I'll be the bluest of the blue When I'm without you The
Blues. That sweet old strain, We hear a-

truest of the true I'll never doubt you How
gain "The Danube

wonderful that you With all the world from which to choose
Blue" Each note rang true,