Test 2

Pardon me if I'm sentimental, when we say "good-bye." Don't be angry with me. When you're gone, I dream a little; dream as days go by. Now and then, there's a fool such as I. I looked out this morning and the sun was gone. I turned on some music to start my day, and lost myself in a familiar song. I closed my eyes, and I slipped away.

It's been such a long time. I think I should be going. Time doesn't wait for me. It keeps on rolling. So long, down a distant highway. I've got to keep on chasing that dream, I've got to be on my way. But there is something I need to say.