On a Hymsong of Philip Bliss

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I hear a spring morning with peaceful birds singing. Then, there was a battle, and we won the battle. But there were also some losses and a gloomy time. Then, there was a triumph in victory, and then turned into a celebration, people we being filled with joy. But some still had memories of those who were loss. Then, the next day, it was just another spring morning.