We arrived in a dark house,
outside it was raining,
We fighted with monsters,
Apparently made of wax,
But someone from our childhood helped us
And with magic tricks and potions
We made it.
We ran down the stairs
We saw a window, we saw freedom
Too many stairs...
We felt like in a Harry Potter's movie
And a little bit confused
We discovered freedom in a trail of lights,
In a guinness, but not a price,
It was a beer
We were in a magic pub
With plants on its head,
It sweared these were its hair.
I don't know, maybe we were drunk
but one thing I know for sure
there is always a light in the dark.
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