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Butter is soft and bright,
Melts in the morning light.
Spreads like a golden song,
Smooth and thick, never wrong.
Rich like a quiet dream,
Slides in a yellow stream.
Tastes like a kiss of cheer,
Warm and close, always near.
On bread it makes things right,
Butter is love in bite.
Butter.
