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When you were very youngThe world was younger than youAs merry as a carouselThe circus tent was strungWith every star in the skyAbove the ring you loved so wellNow the young world has grown oldGone are the silver and goldSit there and count your fingers what can you doOld girl, you're throughJust sit there and count your little fingersUnhappy little girl blueSit there and count the raindrops falling on youIt's time you knewAll you can count on are the raindropsThat fall on little girl blueNo use, old girl, you might as well surrenderYour hopes are getting slenderWhy won't somebody send a tenderBlue boy to cheer up little girl blue Aus Songtexte Mania