seems life with its blackish diaries <br />decided to read again its agonies <br />with its hard burden memories <br />so walk along Mr.Schröder <br /> <br />shameful nay thy heart would be <br />in people's hearts you've got a place to be <br />not thy fault that history must reading be <br />so just go along Mr.Schröder <br /> <br />and there in the land of vampires <br />where thy kind had no admirers <br />thy soul planted there by days were olders <br />I know Mr.Schröder <br /> <br />I would understand the falling tear <br />from the lion's heart that is so clear <br />but the heart I know surely knows no fear <br />is not that right Mr.Schröder? <br /> <br />and when thy knees to the dear grave bend <br />such feelings I know have of sadness a blend <br />and that is the time my salutations I will send <br />and so days are over Mr.Schröder <br /> <br />mein Herz ist mit Ihnen <br />and with passion it'll be bleeding <br />shine thy star that is full of feeling <br />and now say salute... <br />to Herr Schröder<br /><br />Taher Shemaly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/go-on-mr-schr-der/
