Opening doors that lead to landscapes gorgeous and repetitive
I am just a wandering jester without a sense of humour
Begging for my end

I pray for my end
I'm begging for my end

The sun and moon are in constant revolution
And yet not a single day seems to have passed for me
I stare at the crowds passing by searching for a face I haven't seen before
I pray for my end
I'm begging for my end

I'm begging for my end

When will it all end?

NOTES:

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*Ninhydrin: a chemical used to locate fingerprints. It relates to finding one's identity/true self in the title.

*Wandering jester: I dislike this line, but in the context it works...I may change it in the end..

*Stand in the crowds/a face I haven't seen before: This is ironic/contradictory. It really means "there isn't a face worth seeing"

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