There it is. Isn't that just the greatest looking crock of butter. We just couldn't pass it up. You can refill it so I can always have it in my refrigerator. Everytime I open the door, my eyes go right to it.....
the night will never stay, the night will still go by, though with a million stars you pin it to the sky; though you bind it with the blowing wind, and buckle it with the moon, the night will slip away like sorrow or a tune.