text_original: The fragrant winds of tender memories blow Across the gardens of the "Used to be!" They smile into each other's eyes, and see The bride and bridegroom of the long ago.
text_transcription: THE FRAGRANT WINDS OF TENDER MEMORIES BLOW ACROSS THE GARDENS OF THE USED TO BE THEY SMILE INTO EACH OTHER'S EYES AND SEE THE BRIDE AND BRIDEGROOM OF THE LONG AGO
phonemes: ðə fɹˈeɪɡɹənt wˈɪndz ʌv tˈɛndɚ mˈɛmɚɹiz blˈoʊ əkɹˌɑːs ðə ɡˈɑːɹdənz ʌvðə "jˈuːzd tə bˈiː!" ðeɪ smˈaɪl ˌɪntʊ ˈiːtʃ ˈʌðɚz ˈaɪz, ænd sˈiː ðə bɹˈaɪd ænd bɹˈaɪdɡɹuːm ʌvðə lˈɔŋ ɐɡˈoʊ.