A love for the dark and for a creamy delight.
It will leave its mark and set your mind alight.
Perfect pour, hunger for more, ohh can you guess?
When it sticks to the glass, one wish, for it to last, ohh finesses!
Ohh Guinness, Guinness, Guinness my light, darker than the night.
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