Emmalou, don't you grow
For adulthood darkens and sours
The moonly white of thy brow
From the clear days of yore,
Emmalou, don't you grow.
Emmalou, don't you enter
This garden's open door,
Cupid lies in its center
And his eyes' dark and sour,
Emmalou don't you listen to me.
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
Emmalou, don't you grow
For adulthood darkens and sours
The moonly white of thy brow
From the clear days of yore,
Emmalou, don't you grow.
Emmalou, don't you enter
This garden's open door,
Cupid lies in its center
And his eyes' dark and sour,
Emmalou don't you listen to me.
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