Kindergarten's an album of poems that tell a series of events in the story of a little girl, called Bely. Bely is a girl whose age ranges from 0 to 13 years throughout the narrative.
Kindergarten is the first part of Bely's story, where he will tell...
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In the toy chest, memories concealed, A lost childhood, in memories revealed, Broken dolls, dreams once held dear, In the shadowed corner of my mind, they disappear.
Faded colors, like a world of old, Where childhood dreams were precious gold, The secrets we shared in our play, Now distant echoes, in my mind they sway.
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Memory recalls in pain, feelings get wrapped up, packaged up, so better let them get to me.
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Open my old toy chest look for my secrets, look for my despair, look for my childhood friends. Where are my friends? Look even in my toy chest
and tell me what they are doing there?
Tell me why...
And tell me what they are doing there? Tell me why... And Tell me what they are doing there?
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So, in the toy chest, I find solace anew, In memories kept, like a treasure so true, for even though childhood took its flight. The memories in the toy chest shine so bright.
The voices of children silenced, are not heard, Your devalued dreams, your lost potential, pay more attention.
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Memory recalls in pain, feelings get wrapped up, packaged up, so better let them get to me.
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Open my old toy chest look for my secrets, look for my despair. look for my childhood friends. Where are my frieends? Look even in my toy chest and tell me what they are doing there?
Tell me why...
And tell me what they are doing there?
Tell me why...
And Tell me what they are doing there?
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Memory recalls in pain, feelings get wrapped up, packaged up, so better let them get to me.
In the toy chest, memories concealed, A lost childhood, in memories revealed. Broken dolls, dreams once held dear, In the shadowed corner of my mind they disappear. Tears were mummified into their fur. It's wonderfully amazing how it's all gone.
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Memory recalls in pain, feelings get wrapped up, packaged up, so better let them get to me
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Open my old toy chest look for my secrets, look for my despair, look for my childhood friends. Where are my friends? Look even in my toy chest and tell me what they are doing there?
Tell me why
And tell me what they are doing there? Tell me why... And Tell me what they are doing there?
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Look in my Toy chest.. Toy chest.... Toy chest... Look for my Secrets... In my Toy ches-t. Toy chest, toy chest. Look for my Secrets In my Toy chest.
