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Comments about john dayao
i watched the moon sit on the sky on a cold night
wondering if it can survive without the sun
much like life without love, much like life without my love
as the tender breeze brushed through my hair
i wondered if you breathe the same air,
looking at the stars, it reminds me of you
it reminds me how beautiful your eyes were
and i hate the word 'were'
lying here at my empty bed,
i can still smell the scent youve left behind
a warm feeling that was lost
but will never be forgotten