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Jolene has spoken, and she's said otherwise.
She's going to make him dream, dreams you couldnt conceive
her flaming locks of auburn hair
would tangle up his mind
and paint the canvas
of his longed-for horizon field.

Jolene is not restrained
she is blooming like fire
she is a pandemia of beauty
her eyes, of emerald green
are tainted now on a thirsty red

She's sung her mermaid chant
blowing up his sky.
Now he's flooding,
like a roofless house,
under a wrathful rain.

His sky has been replaced
by her ivory rainy skin
Her drops are soaking
his clotheless soul.
Her words, are weeping over him
and he's swallowing.

She's taken the man
as a kid grabs his toy
She's kneading him like clay
Your man, your love
ashes and bones.
When such fenix flutters wings
You're just but a name and a past

Jolene has spoken,
her tune, her voice, her virtue
her sight, her drifting fingers
diving throughout the melody
Jolene's flame is burning
a bird, a fenix, a goddess
a joyful yield to madness.