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It's your name

It's your name. It's always your name. It's the beginning of all trouble, it's the end of all the right things.
It's just your name. That rare combination of 7 characters, the number that defines luck.
It's your name what I always shout so loud when I'm walking home. It's just my hope to see you in the next corner. 
It's your name what makes me smile to the screen of my phone. It's just brilliant and shiny when everything is gone.
It's your name in the typos of my writing, and it's your name even in the soup making a word.
It's your name in every language, and it's your name on every song. 
It's your name what lives in all my dreams, and it's your name the first thing that is gone. 
It's the first thing stamped in your passport, it is my password on every platform. 
It is my luck in seven letters, it is also light on the horizon 

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