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Vladislav Ulasevych, Tatiana Shmailyuk
This autumn feels like funeral to me
The longest song of grief
And not for what has passed
But for what shall last
No, we're not dead
No, we’re not dead
Just enjoying coma
Just enjoying coma
This autumn feels like funeral to me
The longest song of grief
And not for what has passed
But for what shall last