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Mr. Yellow

 A ray of light wakes me up in the morning,  A plate of appetite at my breakfast.  The light that greets my day - his smile is like a light of hope.  The flower in my garden,  A sunshine at my night time.  His laugh melt the inner me - he is my Mr. Yellow. 
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Virago

 Poor old self, Given a task of responsibility in eight rooms. My poor old self, The first offspring bloomed in a storm. Looking back to my old self, I've been trained in a battle. Upon looking at my old self, Scars are my victorious struggle. To my old self, You've been a woman of the battlefield. Telling my old self, You've become a warrior in your own field.
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