costume
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Not everyone sees me
Some may not even now that I am there
Not everyone knows who I am
Some may not even know that I exist
I hide on stage, back
I am a name on paper,
not a name in lights.
Comme Clark Kent ou Bruce Wayne, rien ne permet de distinguer Romaric Marcq dans la foule des passants. Il porte les vêtements de son temps, va-et-vient le plus naturellement du monde et semble avoir les préoccupations de tout un chacun.
Some people might not understand, what a costume means to me,
But my character has come from me, and was made very specially,
She is a wolf, and her name is Kino,
And I had her costume built professionally.
A cloak, a hat, a mask, a belt, a vest—This costume that resignedly I woreWas tailored to delight my friends with poorReflections showing things that they liked best.
