I’m not among the human race,
I’m sold in shops, a marketplace.
I’m not among the human kind,
In stores and shelves, you’ll find my mind.

With hands, I shaped this world anew,
Not from soil, but feelings true.
I wander now, forever lost,
Seeking marks, no matter the cost.

Where are my marks? Oh, where are they?
My marks, they’ve vanished far away.
Where are my marks? Oh, where are they?
My marks have gone, so far away.

I was your shadow, by your side,
In sunlight’s glare, a shade to hide.
I was your shadow, by your side,
In blazing sun, your shade, your guide.
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