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flickering inside of your mind are the dusty hills made of yellow and smiles made of the old times....you move your hands to your pockets and look out,at the cloud atlas your life moves and your lives move and love moves and your loves move and you smile again and the world goes dark for just a moment when you blink(you try to reassure yourself that everything will not be fine....not here you pack your heartbeats,you pack your dirty feet and you leave,over the yellows hills dusty and new,for you they say we won’t leave,we won’t leave and you smile just one more time because you’re there and life is there and love is there and everything that you left behind is there,and the cloud atlas(well, the rest is up to you